Saturday, January 13, 2018

My Haven...My Retreat...


Our little countryside community
must be one of the most serene...
My beloved country house...
We've traveled the world,
but we always return here for a lifetime...
Home to me... my grandmother...
My mother was born on this property in the 1920s,
and before my mother and my grandmother,
my great-grandmother.
I love the country lane that takes me home...
A day in January can bring the occasional snow storm...
It is enchanting...
The firelight...
The candlelight...
Delicious coffee...
Flannel pajamas...
A book, and a lambs wool blanket...
I believe winter becomes us.
It provides the peace I need.
Serene within...
My refuge...my home...enchanted cottage...
A world away.

It is good to be home,
and it is good to have time to write again.

In creative writing they insist you write
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

I haven't written in days...weeks...months...
But,
never stop.
Write when you can, and when you must.
Never, ever stop dreaming...
you can change your dreams a thousand times,
but never stop dreaming...
And never stop writing.

Blessings,
Yaya