The other day while cleaning up my youngest daughter's bedroom, I realized how much I like being in it. The walls are painted a pretty lilac color, and the sun was bringing a cozy amount of warmth into the room. What I really love about this space, is the little girl element. Still full of very pre-teen items like pretty ponies, Bratz, a plethora of stuffies, and volumes upon volumes of books! This haven for her is one of innocence, that will be dissipating all too soon.
My next stop was in the bedroom of my emerging teenager. While also cozy and warm, there is a new element of independence. Posters of teen werewolves and vampires, backpacks stuffed with textbooks, the beginnings of cosmetics and hair appliances, and finally her beading projects. She has her room just the way SHE wants it. It has evolved from that innocence I spoke of, to a space where you can observe her emerging voice as a teen.
Ahhh...my own room. The contrast is quite apparent. This is one space in the house with no chaos, no clutter, no noise. I keep it this way as a means of escape; that of solitude and a place where I search for intuition and my inner voice. My tranquil sanctuary.
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