Friday, November 13, 2009

Comfort Zones

We all have our comfort zones, don't we?

I have a friend that has surrounded herself with every type of quilting instrument/machine known to mankind. She spends hours each day in her quilting room, designing, cutting, pinning, ironing and stitching. She calls her quilting room her "hidey hole". Another woman I know spends her days painting. She has a small studio set up in a room that can be filled with sunlight if she deems it necessary. Her easel is strategically placed to reflect just the right amount of natural light. She paints as many hours a day as her busy schedule will allow. Her studio is her office. Other women I know spend their days in an office away from their homes. While I am certain these women would not describe their business offices as "hidey holes", I have been in their offices and they do appear to be as close to comfort zones as possible.

For other people, not necessarily just women, their comfort zones are links to their past lives and the loved ones who lived with them. Comfort zones, to them, are filled with memorabilia, tangible evidence that their loved ones actually lived and breathed. These comfort zones may be slightly cluttered or take on the more severe appearance of hoarding. Clutter and hoarding are methods of keeping memories alive - saving belongings, scraps of paper, pictures - anything that can bring the past back to life.

I have my comfort zone.....a space that brings calm into the turmoil that can rise up suddenly during a day. I've previously blogged about my office - how it contains belongings of loved ones from my past - and how serene I feel being in my office. As regular readers also know, my dad's morris chair is my other comfort zone - a place to call my own.

Do you have a place to call your own? A place where you are engulfed in serenity? Or do you retreat to a place where you receive energy from the walls, colors, textures, and furniture placement?

I am away from home - away from my comfort zones. Perhaps that is why I needed to write about personal retreats. I miss mine.

Wherever you are, I hope you will take advantage of your comfort zone and, if you are really fortunate, you will have more than one place to call your own.

Ancora imparo