Sanctuary

This morning I walked into my sewing room and realized that it smells different than any other room in my house. It smells fresh, like spring. It is cool, like an early fall evening. It has colours like summer, and a muffled quiet you experience on a morning after an overnight snowfall.

What a great place to be! The Sewing Room is my Room, is my Sanctuary. My favourite place to think about life, to be thankful for what I have, what I have had, and to reflect on the possibilites of the future. Having one's own special place is a wonderful thing.