Hearth and Heart

"Oh, it looks so homey!" I have thrilled as this exclamation has crossed the lips of one house guest after another during the past week. I expended a brain cell or two (and a calorie or two) inventing a way to make all of my books and shelves fit in one room with my dad's old record player (which I adore), a cedar chest, two rocking chairs, and all the furnishings already present in my new apartment. The kitchen provided the same sort of dilemma, but with the exercise of some creative juices -- and a couple of very amusing failed attempts -- I arrived at a pragmatic and aesthetic solution. And to have my student apartment called "homey" surpasses my wildest expectations. It is rather a nice environment to live in, too.

I suppose now would be a great time to post some pictures of said rooms, but I know better than that. You see, I'm also a fond lover of company, so if you'd really like to discover what my homey habitation looks like, you'll simply have to come visit. Isn't that just awful?


I've also taken up my work with children with autistic spectrum disorders once again, and I couldn't be happier. I talk and think and dream about those children....They've intertwined themselves inti the fabric of my existence, making it much more bright and beautiful for their presence. Days with them can be long and hard, but each one is full of moments that make all the difference, and I think maybe I only feel truly alive in their precious company. I can hardly believe I'm lucky enough to be able to work with them again!

So though my days don't go by quickly, but they move at a cadence which expresses peace and poignancy, and allows for deeper dimensions of reality to fill the senses.