Bella asked me to show her the place where I put my head down to rest, to sleep, to dream.  She asked me to show her where I go to renew my spirit.  Ironically, I find that I need to do all of these things in the mornings rather than the evenings so I have not actually shown a place where I sleep.  I do, however, do all of those other things here.  I have tea and light candles and greet the morning in my sock feet.  I journal my dreams and treat myself well.  I need to ease into the day so I practice being kind to myself first thing in the morning.  Then I practice sunrise yoga to build inspiration for the day before I ever leave the house. 

These old-school pillows were made from more of the fabric that came out of my mother-in-law's cedar chest after she died.  My dear friend who finished off all of those ancient quilts crafted some bonus pillows out of this surplus fabric.  Their soothing comfort cradles me awake as I slowly transition from sleep to yoga mat to bath and finally to work.  

This is the first place I come as soon as I leave the bed in the morning and the last place I stay before returning to the bed at night.  In the evenings I meditate here and read good things over chamomile and more candlelight.  I put my College Girl to sleep here when she visits.  I listen to the neighbor's dog barking good mornings or good evenings to my dog.  I hear the morning and evening chimes from the belfry at the Catholic Church.  I see the soft glow of daylight blooming or fading away.  Sometimes I listen to Garth Stevenson and enjoy the sweetness of doing nothing.  Renewing my spirit is an uncomplicated affair.  There is no television or clock in the room; just four big pillows, a window, and the landscape of my mind.


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