Wouldn’t it be lovely if you had a little world that you could call your own which you could step into from time to time? Your little world would fuel and balm you by reminding you of all the lovely things that have brought out the best in you or have inspired you. Here, your world serves to charge you up again with only the very best of you and upon leaving, you always step out feeling inspired and ready to take on the world.
It’s very different to that dream space we all desire to call our own where we can pursue the things we love doing either for work or for pleasure. A decorated spare room shed or summerhouse (lovely), or the like, definitely stays on the top ten wish list for many I’m sure, and for very good reason.
But no, this world I’m talking about is like a little portal or a little cubicle, maybe like the wardrobe that leads into Narnia. The beauty of this world is that it doesn’t have to be big. You don’t need a big space to experience again that time when you laughed so much that you cried with utter delight. Or how you felt upon witnessing that most amazing work of art (whatever art means to you), or listening to music that made you feel alive and so, so bloody good to be alive, or that warm sense of belonging you have towards many or to something. You won’t need bags of room to wear or remember that outfit that made you look PDS, and you only need your nose and a spritz to experience again wearing the perfume that frames the very essence of you- or a petal if that scent is rosy, or some lavender if that’s your smell and so on. This world helps create and harness sensational feelings from, say, the beautiful sunshine melting and relaxing your core being and helps maintain an inner sense of peace within you. This world brings back through memory and memorabilia, the pleasure derived from really understanding something about the world. That epiphany felt from personal growth and enlightenment. Perhaps the positive feelings from touching your favourite fabric or being surrounded by your favourite colours, perhaps evoking the happiness felt surrounded by dear friends or being able to absorb yourself in your favourite hobby. Finding some poetry or prose or works of literature that really moves you to another level, makes you want to go out there and change the world… each time you step out of this fireball world of positive feelings you are excited and driven.
It’s not Narnia I’m interested in -certainly not- but the wardrobe could be useful.
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Oh yes. I’ve felt this way…gosh, every Christmas. Even in all the chaos of the season, opening a box of ornaments fills me with the warmth of Christmases past, when Dad repaired an angel ornament but somehow glued the angel upside down and sent Mom into the longest fit of laughter she’s ever had in decades. How my elder brother and I would “race” through that oven-sized box of ornaments for a tiny glass dove to see who got to hang it. Of sticking action figures and little plush animals into the tree, much to parental shagrin.
And now I’ve got new memories with my own children with Christmas lights, glitter paper candles, stories told of Kermit and Snoopy ornaments going on adventures.
It’s a curious portal. Normally I’d just say, opening an old book and that smell of pages transports me, yet when I read your post it was Christmas I thought of, because as a child, as a mother, these were times when magic, hope, faith, and imagination came to the forefront of life.
Thanks for calling me back. 🙂 xxxx
Wow! What a lovely reply. This is exactly the sort of thing I’m on about- could be a box, a cupboard, a draw, a wardrobe which trigger feelings you just never want to let go of. In fact, I wish there were a way of wrapping a portal and giving it as a gift; a personal memory keepsake portal! Guaranteed to platform the loveliness of a person. I’m a giggler , though I haven’t had an ‘attack’ for a while but i can think of many occasions with friends and family over the years that I would have loved to capture and relive over again, as if it were the first time. So lovely that the Christmas box is a portal. Thanks for reading! 🙂 🙂 xxxx