Last week was horrendous. For reasons I won’t go into now, I was a physical and emotional wreck. Since Saturday night, however, I’ve discovered, the simplest things can bring great joy, even times of deep despair.
I am sitting in the bedroom of my 200+ year old house. I love the place, it has such character, and has a “warm” feeling to it. But the best part, the simple pleasure that has comforted me the past few nights is the fireplace in my bedroom.
I have a huge, crackling fire going right now. Outside, it’s cold and rainy, but right here, I have a warm fire, some hot cocoa with teeny tiny marshmallows, and a comfy bed. I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.
Sometimes, the simplest things are the most complex.
A fireplace and cocoa…yep, sounds like you’re in the right place. It is amazing how profoundly comforting it can be to just break life down to its smallest parts for a short while. When everything is overwhelming, to concentrate on something as seemingly mundane as a cup of cocoa can give that respite that your soul needs.
Good Gods, no! No snow! Well, not unless it falls and looks all pretty, then magically disappears when I get up in the morning… sure it looks nice, but it’s cold and icky and wet!