December 7, 2023

When we think of our lives as what we have done, memory becomes a museum with one long shelf on which we arrange a bric-a-brac of deeds, each to his own liking.

― James Galvin, The Meadow

I am creating rituals to help me embrace the now despite messy emotions. I’m reveling in being at home and each room feels like a place of ease, warmth, and filled with details encapsulating both our energies, are shared past, and separate pasts.

On weekends I’ve taken to lolling around in bed just to enjoy the peaceful room and a warm fire as the early winter’s morning sun fills the space. Our room is decorated with deep forest green and cheerful art.

I embrace this space I live in, easily and truthfully the happiest place I’ve ever lived. Hence, the most beautiful. I will carry these spaces with me should I be asked to leave them. I know I can and will seek out another place to carve pieces of joy. And if necessary this place will be a happy memory. The happiest memory. The happiest memories don’t carry regret.