I’m in a small place lately.
When I say “small”, I mean simple. Vulnerable. A young space, like a child whose world is just as big as she is, because that’s as far as she can see. I want to be wrapped up in a quilt and be petted and read to.
Last night I spent some time tucked in bed nurturing myself through this, with videos from an old childhood favorite, “The Slipper and The Rose.” It was interesting to watch the songs I remember, with both new eyes, as well as my small girl’s eyes. I remembered most of the words to the songs, so I had a quiet little sing along, and ate chocolate, in a quiet house at midnight.