~Rainer Maria Rilke
I have many domestic goddesses among my friends. They are a constant source of inspiration for me, and a constant source of inspiration for me, and a constant reminder that I do not rank among them. My home gives me joy - making it a haven for my husband and daughter is something I am always attempting, but I’ve discovered that I’m not naturally domestic - too inclined to lose myself in books and daydreams, too addicted to cozy mornings in bed, too forgetful, too easily distracted. Domesticity is something I have to pursue each day - when I remember - like holiness, like beauty. It’s something that requires more effort than I give it, and I am forever trying to reclaim lost ground. Domesticity is something which calls me out of myself and out of my warm bed on late nights and early mornings to the home-fire burning, to comfort my daughter, make coffee and set out hot oatmeal in the cold pre-dawn. When I fail, when I forget or forgo for my own comfort, I know the coming day has been damaged in some inner way. I regret the lack and move on, sweeping up dirt, stoking the fire and embracing once again the life I love - one that gives me each moment to cherish as they flow by.