Tomorrow is the first of December, the beginning of Winter, and the first day that Bailey will open her homemade and natural Advent Calendar. The seasons have shifted once more, and our mornings have been magically frosty this last week – they have had us reaching deep into our pockets in search of mittens, and wrapping up in our soft scarves.
I’ve managed to make time to finish Bailey’s natural Advent Calendar just in time for her to open the first little brown parcel tomorrow morning.
I have had a really strong desire of late to create a slow and simple home. It’s something that I have gradually been working towards since we bought our house, but recently the craving has been much stronger.
I want to be able to look around our family home, and feel calm. I also want to take pleasure, and notice the lovely things we own. Where as in reality, after much sorting, I am still distracted by the clutter and mess.
Back in March I completed the ‘30 day minimalism game‘, and wrote about ‘My Idea of Minimal Living’. Seven months later, and over 600 items lighter, things are better, but we have still not managed to completely ‘slow our home.’
I have been reflecting on why this is? What have we learnt so far on our simple living journey? What has worked, and what hasn’t? Finally, what do we need to do in order to reach that dream of having a slow and simple home.
Last May, for the second year running I attended Sisterhood Camp. A creative retreat for women, a chance to gather, to feast, to laugh, to create, to find community. A chance to escape from it all for a whole weekend and dedicate time just to you and your well being.
September’s skies saw two new moons, and a spell of glorious weather. An indian Summer meant bonus time on the beach and even paddling in the sea.
Before October properly takes hold with it’s cool crisp days, let’s look at the ‘Monthly Voice’ for September. Here’s what’s inspired me this month, and some lovely things we’ve discovered that have had my heart…
When your family is spread around the world it can’t help but alter what being together feels like. Once or maybe twice a year, if we are lucky, do we all get to exist under the same roof for a day or two, and back in July we had a whole week of family time.
Even though July’s vacation seems a long time ago, the memories are lasting, and I still carry the essence of our time together. I hope when Winter comes, and the sun seems far away, I will be able to close my eyes and transport myself back to our Summer in France. If not, I have this to remind me…
Stories from France…