It is a deliciously cold Saturday morning.
Sweep and I woke up at 5am to feel the dark and frigid morning pummeling through our window... and upon remembering we did not have to go to work, fell right back asleep :-) I love our weekends.
We've walked the pigs, eaten some Huevos, and spent the morning enjoying reading in our new space. There is nothing like truly feeling at home in your apartment. A beautiful leather couch! Luxurious (ikea?!) chairs! Ridiculously beautiful lights! To say nothing of the love of your life sitting only 3 feet away... Today I could die happy.
It totally makes up for the months without furniture, sale-stalking, penny pinching materialistic path we've been on. Finally we can pause and enjoy the home we are building. It still needs A LOT of work but the peace I feel here can only intensify. My mom told me recently that anyone can throw a room together but it really takes someone special to create a room that evokes feeling. The secret, she said, is to incorporate whimsy. So far the only whimsy we have is our two fat pigs but I'm on the hunt...
A tribute to my love and our life, thanks to Yeats:
THE ROSE OF PEACE
If Michael, leader of God's host
When Heaven and Hell are met,
Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post
He would his deeds forget.
Brooding no more upon God's wars
In his divine homestead,
He would go weave out of the stars
A chaplet for your head.
And all folk seeing him bow down,
And white stars tell your praise,
Would come at last to God's great town,
Led on by gentle ways;
And God would bid His warfare cease,
Saying all things were well;
And softly make a rosy peace,
A peace of Heaven with Hell.