Hi friends,

When things feel precarious, I find comfort in this image I’ve built up in my head: If my bed (or couch or desk or whatever surface I’m currently occupying) turned into a tiny boat in open sea, I would be safe as long as I have all the things I need. Blankets, snacks, my cat, books, etc. It’s a silly thing, but it gives me that deep, warm, safe feeling.

Being told to stay home for months has only solidified that feeling. My entire home is my safe place, but I need to find those smaller places, too. Last week, I discovered how cozy my library can be if I just close the door. It becomes my own quiet space.

That feeling is what’s keeping me grounded in this time of deep uncertainty.