Given the excessive rain of this summer season, I’ve had ample time to spend indoors and not feel guilty about it. That dovetails nicely with the cleaning up of our attic loft space, which has already hosted a favorite friend. It’s also been the perfect place for office video conferences – removed from the main floor so I don’t annoy Andy, and quiet enough for no interruptions from the endless parade of Amazon deliveries.
It’s also become a favored place to write these blog posts. Some of Grieg’s Lyric pieces have formed the aural backdrop to these sessions, creating a sacred space of calm and serenity, while also inspiring with their beauty and musical journey.
So much of my life has been a search for sanctuary. In all of the homes I’ve had over my lifetime, there are those moments when one doesn’t feel safe or secure – and for that reason I’ve always striven to find a sense of sanctuary within. Meditation has led me closer to this, but it never hurts to have an actual physical space in which to sit still and simply exist. This little attic loft has provided such a haven, and for the first time in forever I’m not absolutely dreading the arrival of winter now that such a cozy nook exists.
Currently it’s decked out, not decked out as the case may be, in a crisp and minimal wardrobe of white and cream, and come fall I’ll add an ample supply of blankets and additional pillows to add to the coziness, while bringing in more candles and comforts in an effort to conjure the wondrous spirit of hygge.
We’ve got almost two more months of summer left, however, and the universe owes us some sunny and sultry weeks to make up for the relatively disastrous spell of weather we’ve had. I’ve reconciled myself to accepting if this doesn’t happen, and having this attic space has played a big part in that. Beauty remains a balm, serenity remains a refuge, and I can still muster a smile in such surroundings.
