I used to think lace in the window was an old fashion idea, that only old ladies had the lace. I tried every modern window treatment over the years in many different houses & hundreds of different windows. The lace is still old fashion, but my grandmother hung lace in her windows, along with heavy drapes. I remember being in her bedroom & she would have the window open, a sweet smelling Vermont summer breeze would blow the lace back and forth, it was more then it should be. Just watching, smelling & feeling the breeze, it was like a blessing from God or angels, fairies. Magic. It washed stress away, trivialize it. Made me think, I was silly to fuss over something so silly. I’ve felt a feeling similar throughout my life, felt it a handful of times. The conclusion I always reached was everything is going to be ok.
I believe it to be true, because the sun & wind danced with the lace and it cleansed my soul of worries. Everything is going to be ok.
Today, I feel a breeze brush my cheek while I am in my hammock. As gentle as a fairy’s kiss. Magic. I close my eyes and I dance with the breeze. Heaven.