Fall in love with your bathroom


 

This time of year, back to school, summer fading, I always get a little melancholy.  Like the word itself, the feeling is hard to define.  I rather like it, even the hollowness, because it revives a need inside to begin… begin something, find something, fill that empty space.  And so I clean.  I shake the rugs and vacuum, and wipe the mirrors and light the candles and open the windows, and the sun says, “hang on,” and the breeze says, “look ahead.”  I embrace both and find comfort in the transition.  I find comfort in the here.  I fall in love with my bathroom.

I recently put my newest painting in my bathroom.  The blue warms my soul every time I enter.  She stands next to the beach footsteps of my husband, the photo of Lake Minnetonka, the necklace my dear friend made for me, a flower from our garden, all gathered in the lovely scent of the burning candle.

And it is more than a bathroom, it is a life, my life, and I love it.  I am truly living it.  

The world is changing, for sure.  These are difficult times.  But life is still precious.  Still beautiful.  Still simple.  Find the joy in the small things.  The world was meant to change.  The seasons have always taught us.  Hold on to what’s lovely.  Embrace the changes that come. Look around you.  There is beauty everywhere.  Open a window.  Light a candle.  Fall in love with your bathroom.  Life is forever good.  

Oh, and don‘t forget your kitchen! 

Maybe that’s what real love does…

makes you fall in love with your own life.


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