It's not spring yet, but I feel it blooming in my bones, so it is time to get out the paint roller, the tape and tarps and tackle what was my marriage bedroom which I moved out of so that I can re-claim it for the new, single me..
I bought a beautiful crisp pale color to clean out all of the old dingy memories. I am having one of the employees' husband build me a brand new bed out of dark stained cherry. it is my own federalist design,\; strong, architectural, high off the ground...my sleep throne, my sometime in the future playground , my refuge...
It will be a new bed for new memories. Whether they are of reading a good book with cookies and milk, of satin jammies and a good red wine with Edith Piaf blasting , or of rolling over and gently touching someone, no matter. It will be like me...a new, clean, fresh start.
In the spring and on into summer, I will fill it with fresh flowers from my garden and great books. I will fill it with color and light and learn once again to love the way the light plays off the walls and furniture. Even as a kid I always dreamt that I would have a bed of substance instead of just a cheap frame on casters...finally. It will feel solid and substantialand I I will pass it down in the family...the girls can choose who gets the ring, who gets the bed.
So, this year spring cleaning means a lot more than normal. it seems to be a metaphor for my new life and my sense of peace. Building a new nest is probably a good place to begin a new life...Which room nex, I wonder...
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