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
