" I wanted to reach back to my teenage self—to find her on her saddest, loneliest, coldest day—and deposit her in one of these rooms I was designing."...my heart sat up here.
I try to practice every day wanting what I already have...such abundance and richness, love and friendships, imagination--and surrounded everywhere with such beauty, if one pays attention...and yet. Give me an inky blue velvet blanket...swoon.
"and some lack in me swung like a window on its hinges, the wind coming through in places where it shouldn’t." This describes a feeling I get again and again just perfectly. I am in awe over the beauty of your writing - and the capability of describing a feeling that precisely. Not sure what I will do with that quote, but it's roaming around in my head. Thank you as always!
I often feel that so deeply - being unsettled, needing to change everything or to flee, looking for the magic elixir where I will finally feel complete or grounded or satisfied. This piece resonated so much.
Ah - my parents lived in a rambling federation home that featured olive green velvet curtains in the “ballroom”. Your post has reminded me of their soft touch. Thanks
" I wanted to reach back to my teenage self—to find her on her saddest, loneliest, coldest day—and deposit her in one of these rooms I was designing."...my heart sat up here.
I try to practice every day wanting what I already have...such abundance and richness, love and friendships, imagination--and surrounded everywhere with such beauty, if one pays attention...and yet. Give me an inky blue velvet blanket...swoon.
"and some lack in me swung like a window on its hinges, the wind coming through in places where it shouldn’t." This describes a feeling I get again and again just perfectly. I am in awe over the beauty of your writing - and the capability of describing a feeling that precisely. Not sure what I will do with that quote, but it's roaming around in my head. Thank you as always!
Thank you Katharina 💙
I often feel that so deeply - being unsettled, needing to change everything or to flee, looking for the magic elixir where I will finally feel complete or grounded or satisfied. This piece resonated so much.
Thanks Kate. I think I’ll expand this at some point.
That last line!
First, I love velvet too. Second, haven't we all been this person - longing for the upgrade we all deserve.
Ah - my parents lived in a rambling federation home that featured olive green velvet curtains in the “ballroom”. Your post has reminded me of their soft touch. Thanks