i don’t know why exactly.
but i am a person who loves light. i always have.
as a child . . . and now.
i crave it like a little plant craves and needs water to survive.
it is not . . . what’s that called ? s.a.d. seasonal affective disorder?
i am simply happier if there’s light coming through or in the room.
i don’t want it called a “disorder.”
it just happens to be what i like.
i’m not entirely sure i believe in all the disorders that are out there now.
for mental health, i guess it’s a good thing that they’re “discovering”
all of these ‘disorders.’ but then again . . . is it?
. . . maybe . . . but maybe not.
they’re very big into labeling. ever notice that?
the world likes to compartmentalize you. the medical world especially.
it has all become so unecessarily complicated it seems to me.
we depend more and more on ‘experts’ to tell us what makes us tick.
i know what makes me tick! and i pretty much know why.
and it’s very simple.
i’m just happier if there’s light. light through the window.
the ‘open window,’ remember! . . . with fresh air if possible.
and by light i do not mean it has to always be sunlight.
as a matter of fact, we just spent the second hottest, driest
summer on record here and the sunlight was relentless.
i would have given ANYTHING for a cloudy day, much less rain!
no. when i say light . . . i mean all forms really.
it probably started with my mother. i’ll tell you about her one day.
she’s one of the “good ones.” for sure.
with every single move, she never complained. never questioned.
never whined ( jim reed didn’t allow whining anyway ) lol.
she just went about creating for her small nomadic family the most
cozy and welcoming homes.
and there was always light.
if it was a bitterly cold day or a stormy, rainy one . . .
and as children we were disappointed that we couldn’t go out and play,
she would say . . . “then we must light the corners.”
we had many small lamps always. nothing very expensive.
moving constantly seems to have a way of ruining things. things get
lost or broken easily. even when all care is taken.
( that was probably the beginning of my minimalism right there. )
the less you have, the less you have to move. the easier it is to move.
but back to those dark corners . . .
she would turn on the lights in those small lamps. the wattage was
not glaringly bright. just bright enough to be economical, yet not
drearily dim. it was just right. the light from those little lamps
gave our humble surroundings a sudden charm and loveliness.
and then there would appear hot chocolate and probably popcorn.
she loved popcorn! we were not soda pop drinkers. it was water or
milk. sometimes kool-aid. but always, always popcorn!
and there was much laughter.
she was fun.
i imagine it was also she, that was the little light in all the corners.
and her love of simplicity. of life. of home.
and now you know why . . . in my own home . . .
i light the corners.
on deep grey days. on cold dark days. rainy days. at night.
it’s what makes this house a home.
it welcomes me as i sit in a room, whether reading, or watching tv
or writing on this computer. a couple of lamps is all it takes really.
and you may think it’s wasteful?
well, i often use the warm color of the ‘ecological’ lights.
they cast a pretty glow. i hate bright whites in any kind of light.
i don’t plan on doing any surgery. so i don’t light my house for it!
some people have a terribly bright overhead light in each of their rooms.
i have never understood that. it creates harsh light and odd shadows.
small lamps are so much cozier. and i turn them off when i’m not
in the room. and they’re only on if it’s dark or gloomy enough
in the first place!
home should always be the place you come to for comfort.
so . . .
next time if you are feeling low . . . open the curtains . . .
and the windows if it’s nice enough. and let in the light.
and if it’s a beautiful dark grey day . . . or when nightfall comes . . .
remember to light the corners!
and . . . mmmm ….. i can smell the popcorn from here.