This week I'm taking great delight in slowly returning order to the rooms of my home. Each and every bookshelf is being emptied, dusted and I'm sorting through all of the books deciding what no longer applies to my life now. I'm letting go of the idea that someday I might take up cross-stitch again or that I need twelve books on the subject of herb gardening when two would be sufficient.
Mirrors and picture frames are being polished, lists are being made of bigger jobs that need to be tackled (carpets cleaned, windows washed) furniture is being vacuumed, crevice tools are being used and order is being restored after the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season.
As the new year begins, I find comfort in the tick tock of the grandfather clock, the washing machine humming along, the scent of lemon from my candle and fresh air coming in the window as our temperatures rise into the 60s today. The soft hits channel on satellite radio is just the thing I need to keep me moving and singing as I go. Looking forward to homemade soup for lunch and some fresh fruit.
It may be a lot of work, but at the end of the day it feels so good to sit and survey my surroundings. Clean enough to be healthy, messy enough to be happy. Just the way I like it.
Home ... the place where comfort reigns.