A Chatelaine of Sorts

The stillness.  It's a beautiful thing to be alone once in awhile, alone to listen to the promptings of your mind, free to ponder those small, dreamy, far-off imaginings that the hectic whirl of everyday life keeps sealed in a distant corner of your mind.  The clock completely unimportant except for it's reminder that hungry horses await their morning and evening meals, the list you brought with projects you hope to accomplish really more like guidelines than an actual rule to follow.  Sit for hours on end, scribbling in your journal, refilling your tea, and delving undisturbed into the scriptures.  

Of course, when the stillness becomes too loud, who's to care if you suddenly shatter it with a spirited, top-of-the-lungs rendition of If I were a Rich Man or maybe some impromptu opera.

Then there's always sewing and movies... 

Secretariat!  O Happy Day is some really great singing, too...;)

And here's a peek at my nearly complete medieval gown! *squeal*  I've based it off of the dress Rowena wears to the Jousting tourney in the A&E Ivanhoe.  It's one of my very favorite medieval gowns from film... right up there with Olivia de Havilland's Maid Marian balcony gown... :smile:

Watching the sunrise never fails to fill me with unspeakable joy.  My very heart aches with the beauty and wonder of it... 

(And that little mountain on the left is where I call home!)

So wonderful to be home. 

But every once in a while, it's good to be a Chatelaine.