Thursday, January 15, 2015

Life at the little white cottage...


Another cold, cloudy day. And the morning woke up wrapped in a deep froze.  When I looked outside the window this morning as I usually do first thing after waking up, I thought it had snowed during the night.  For the land was covered in ices and the scenery upon which my somewhat still sleepy mind came to, transported me far away to the house in the roses and those early snowy mornings when I used to wake up to a world tinted white in ices, resembling a fairytale out of a movie.

I cannot stop thinking of how blessed I’ve been and how thankful I am to be able to stay home and enjoy my days in such blissful quietness and gentleness.  Am I a hermit?  My heart is.  It yearns for it—the seclusion and interior detachment, the silence, the solitude, the desire for spiritual growth and unity with Nature.  I am aggravated by the foolishness and wickedness of this world and don’t desire its nearness.  If I could, if I could choose the dwelling place of my heart, no doubt I would chose the shelter of the garden with only the yellow-winged Tanager for a friend and the wail of the mourning dove for company.

Solitude—the practice of our "waiting for, and on God" is much needed in our world.

I’ve been writing. Continuing working on a project that is taken on too much time and should have been finished by now; or better yet, forget it by now.  For I am writing out of my scope; writing in a language that is not my Mother Tongue.  A dare too far?  But my last book (in Spanish) is now ready to come out next month.  What a privilege when a total stranger would come to me and hug me because they have already met me through my writings.    

It has gotten so cold around here that I finally had to bring in the rest of the ferns I had sitting out in the garage. Our little windowed-dinning room is now cocooned in a leafy green atmosphere that I love.  This natural ambience brings such peacefulness to my surroundings and simple days…

I am excited about those warmer sunny days ahead, and I’ve been dreaming everyday with things I want to see and do in the garden.  I can hardly wait for spring to arrive—a woman fairy, that’s how I see it.  A fairy named ‘Spring’.  I can almost see her swathed in her muslin dress of soft pastels inspired by elements of nature, as she descends from the sky like a Mary Poppins of sorts carrying in her left hand a lovely umbrella made out of thousands of English roses.  Ah, do hurry in your journey through the seasons, lovely Spring.

LINKING TO:

 THE FIVE STAR FRUGAL LINK



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    1. I'm honored. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

      Cielo

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  2. Beautiful images and sentiments Cielo! I found you quite some time ago and have been following for a while. I'm launching my Five Star Frugal linky party today, focusing on elegant living on a shoestring, and I'd be honoured if you would share your lovely post there. Happy Blogging New Year.. Mimi xxx
    http://atrayofbliss.blogspot.com.au/2015/01/the-five-star-frugal-link-up-premiere.html

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    1. Going there right now. Hope I'm not late.

      Cielo

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  3. Oh my, that creamed soup looks delicious! Is is soup, right? I think one of the reasons that I like your blog so much is that you often verbalize my own sentiments. There are those who thrive on city life (like my daughters) and who enjoy the hustle and bustle that the city has to offer. But there are also folks like us, to whom nothing is more blissful than solitude and quiet, the kind of quiet that allows you to hear beautiful sounds..the wind gently rustling through the trees, or the delicate chirping of hummingbirds on their daily search for nectar. Soothing sounds, if you will. Me encantar├Ča leer tu libro nuevo en espa├▒ol. Donde lo puedo comprar?

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    1. Hola... yes that is soup! Broccoli. So good in winter. I'll send you the link where you can get the book as soon as they let me know it's out. Gracias amiga.

      Un abrazo

      Cielo

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  4. I feel the same way. I love being home. Few people understand that though.(-: When I tell people I would rather stay home then travel the 7 seas they think I am nuts. I have never had any desire to travel. Home is where my heart is and always will be.
    It is the only place I want to be. I love my garden and enjoy staying home. Last Fall I quit my job so I could babysit my Granddaughter while her parents work. It was the best decision I ever made to quit the job I had after 20 years.(-: I hated working there the last few years. When my Granddaughter was born I really wanted to quit and stay home so I could watch her. I hated the thought of her being raised by a daycare. I finally decided that I would(-: I love it so much. I have always been a hermit(-: Thanks for sharing(-: Good luck with your new book(-:

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  5. Ah my friends... this is for all of you my dear 'hermits' of heart out there!: You're all very special souls

    "The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before". Albert Einstein

    Cielo

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  6. Oh dear Cielo -- your heart wishes for the same thing mine does. Sweet, cozy days of serene solitude. Pushing the hardness of the world away. Wrapping our hearts up in the goodness of God's love. Maybe that's why He created cold winter days; so that we would be forced to stay inside - safe and sound - and feeling His presence close by.

    xoxo laurie

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