One of the many things that I have been thinking about as I consider Joy is the idea of celebrating and really paying attention to the spaces around me. Being married to an architect, I have come to recognize and consider aspects of space all the time, but much of our conversation tends to be focused on bigger spaces – such as the feel of a building or a room.
I am feeling drawn, though, to honour the very little spaces too – the drawers, the closets, the shelves, handbags.
Years ago, I read about the idea of having a ‘sick-day drawer’ which would be dedicated to such days and filled with nurturing items such as puzzle books, a beautiful journal, chocolate, a brain-candy novel,
whatever makes you feel happy and comforted.
Though I haven’t yet created such a drawer and my sick days are few and far between, after my heart surgery I did have a whole 6 weeks in which I was quite forced to nestle in.
I had not personally designated space for myself to convalesce but my family created for me a whole loving space completely devoted to my recovery. I think that I will always remember how comforting it felt to be in that big chair by the window as Spring awakened,
on one side a basket of magazines, books, and cards and on the other my treasured little antique table that had belonged to my Scottish grandmother.
Fresh flowers and cups of tea,
friends arriving with treats and treasures.
The days passed and for perhaps the first time in my adult life other than right after my babies were born, the world came to me while I just stayed put in my perfect little nest.
Recovery has its challenges, as does fully committing to it,
but the idea of creating a nurturing space is an unarguably loving and healing thing to do for yourself, even when you are not sick.
For Christmas this year from Dan, I received a beautiful new brown leather handbag.
It’s a big bag, which can be a tricky business because before long it is inevitably filled with old grocery lists, more lists (I might possibly make more lists than anyone I have ever known), 14 pens, my kids’ garbage, and you get the idea.
Well, my kids are old enough now to throw out their own garbage and carry their own stuff,
so I am reclaiming this particular space.
Presently in my purse is some wonderful hand lotion that I will often and generously apply on my dry and cracking prairie skin (and share with you if you are sitting next to me), 1-2 good quality pens (have I mentioned my complete adoration for pens), a lovely little journal, ginger candies (my kids hate them which helps), my wallet, and whatever else is presently inspiring me and making me happy.
It’s a small thing but it’s me nurturing myself while I am out and about in the world.
I can’t always easily get to transforming the big spaces but I can take tiny steps every day to making my life a little more beautiful.
Happy Valentine’s All – Wishing you all beautiful small and big spaces.
Be your own best friend. xo
carrying around some love and nurturing
what used to be in my purse
what is in my purse now
it’s the big things, and sometimes it’s the little things