Clutter is the poetry of our homes. it is an intimate view that is not always perfect –
a few dishes in the sink, books piled next to the bed.
Everything in its place may give a certain satisfaction,
but a lived-in room exudes comfort and warmth.
by Mary Randolph Carter

I love being at home surrounded by the poetry of a well-lived and interesting life.

“be generous” card – Danielle LaPorte.