welcome home, november.

let me lay this scene.

i am sitting on the leather couch of my living room at home, and i have not had this feeling in a long while. i'll get back to the feeling later.

the gas fire is going for the first time this season, and rightly so. the air of winter has come and she sits still at the doors and windows of this home. i am well fed. i have just finished watching one of my favorite movies of all time, with some of my favorite company, and my cheeks are still a little damp from crying. i am all snuggled and warm in a hoodie, jeans, and bedroom slippers... that are boots. and i am going to try and hold on to this feeling as long as i can.

do you ever get to that point where you just need to cry? you need to hear a story so inspiring that, for just a moment, you can forget who you are, forget all of your past- good and not so good, forget the gas bills that you need to pay, and the challenges of the weeks and months ahead. some tale so deeply touching that your story, the story of you, seems to dim away and you are taken somewhere beyond here for just a moment in time, and you can cry - not because you are sad, because you feel your life is comparatively insignificant to this great story, not because you are so happy that everything is right in the end and you hope it could happen to you someday... if only...

you can cry at something so purely beautiful, and it has nothing to do with you. it is just, beautiful.

and you come away from it, and you see the things around you in the same light. the fire seems warmer. the air outside beckons more dangerously, and you feel that much more safe inside the walls of your home. the tea seems sweeter, the cats seem to be in a deeper slumber on the couches beside you, the clock ticks in the background and the rest of the silence is peaceful, not daunting. everything is musical. and you feel more beautiful.


this movie we watched in my literature class this week said it better than i can, perhaps it's better with context but i'll say it regardless-
make a masterpiece of your life.


so i blow a kiss to the past, i am content in the present, and i am smiling at the future. this is good!
and every good and beautiful thing, is just Him. (james 1:17)

now that's a beautiful story.