Picking up where I left off in December, I have recently discovered the simple pleasure of having a me space.
Since Kiera and Alex had already left home when we moved to the farm, their bedrooms here never really had the chance to fully become theirs. Unlike their bedrooms in our Durban family home which were very much geared to their individual tastes. Because they only visit here, there is no longer a need for them to have a bedroom of their own. Kiera’s beautiful cobalt blue bedroom under the thatch roof upstairs was the first to undergo a name change when it became the guest room. Alex’s room, downstairs, took longer to transform as he would visit us more frequently but since he left for America, I decided the time had come to make better use of his room.
I have spent the past couple of weeks reorganising it and turning it into a sanctuary for me; a place where I can retreat, close the door and be undisturbed. It’s a small room but I’ve managed to squeeze in a rather large bookcase and all my paraphernalia, gathered from the four corners of the house. It has taken on a sort of nest or pod–like feel as I’m literally surrounded by all my favourite things. This is where I go to write, read, edit photos, listen to music, daydream, plan (on my trusty flip chart) and meditate – cocooned in books and pictures. And for some reason, just having this space has inspired me to declutter, be better organised and more focussed on things that I enjoy doing – wish I had done this sooner.
I haven’t posted pictures of my garden for a while, so here goes.