Monday, September 18, 2006

Tranquility

This cabin looks so cozy. I can just imagine sitting in there by the fire...maybe working on some needlwork or enjoying a cup of coffee with a friend. I long for the simpler life. I long for tranquility and peace. A world without agendas, television, or clutter. I long for deep companionship and a sense of belonging.

11 comments:

al said...

Yes, usally the smaller the home the cozer it is, yet big houses have advanantages too.

Martha said...

Especially if you have a whole bunch of kids!

Martha said...

Yes, Priscilla, I think we all long for more tranquility, a "little House On the Prairie" kind of tranquility. But, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. That wasn't always a peaceful or tranquil existence either.

Rachel said...

I agree with Allen! I love that picture, it gives me the warm fuzzies!

Priscilla said...

I'm not asking to live in that time period. However, I am envious of the simplicity of that life. They had fewer things and therefore neater homes.
I wish I could have a dumpster and fill it with all the junk we've collected. The only thing is: what I consider junk, other people insist we need.

Martha said...

I completely agree. Give me a dumpster! We have three barns full of stuff and I get tired just thinking about getting rid of it. (James is planning a yard sale.)

Nixter said...

It looks so cozy :)

al said...

Anut martha you probabally wouldn't have a lot of luck running a yard sale because your in the country.

Jon said...

Some time ago, I worte this down, and entitled it: "What I really want out of life"

A means to make a living
A place to call home
Someone to be my Hunny Bunny
Someone who calls me "Dad"
Meaningful ministry
At least one friend to love and who loves me

Priscilla said...

Sounds good, Jon...'cept I don't want anyone calling me "Dad"

Erna said...

I love this picture and the sense of serenity that it evokes. :0)

Thanks for stopping by my blog today. I enjoyed your comments. I'd like to come back and comment more as I saw your first post when you started blogging (my bil has special needs and isn't diagnosed as autistic but has similar qualities . . . my parents are deaf . . . there's a real mix of stuff in our family). Anyway, I'm rambling and should really be heading off to bed. I'd like to come again. Your nickname brought back memories of a friend in high school with the same name who we always called, "Scilly." I wonder where she is today. :0)