Calming the Mind

  Sometimes, even the most messed up shambles can become a safe haven for those in troubled times.  There is no rule, that I am aware of, that states that peace can only be found in pristine places.  I, for one, prefer a bit of "clutter" (yes, that all despised word) around me as I work.  I draw creative inspiration from things within my view rather than a cold, barren place.  I have no problem with those who desire that as it is their choice, just like it is mine to fill my life with whatever I deem unique and/or useful.  It is my habit to let folks live their lives the way they want just as I do mine.  It is among my weird and wonderful things that I find solace...and protection from the evils of the world...or, at least, those playing in my brain.  

  Things have been a bit stressful, as of late.  Things have been trying my "peace" making life quite miserable.  Things were out of my control.  The feeling that I was losing it began to pull at me from all angles.  I needed respite so I started wandering about the Little Bayou House.  There, I started drawing strength from the things (yes, things) around me.  Instead of a memory, I was able to hold the necklace that Mom loved.  I had tea from my grandmother's favorite teacup.  I felt the strength merely by holding embroidered handkerchief that my great grandmother always carried.  Yep, some may deem this as clutter but I deem them as treasures that hold the power to calm the nerves.  It is all in how you look at things.