Restlessness rumbling. Grumbling.
Surfacing from somewhere. Deep.
An itch to move stirs my search for other settings.
Wondering if and when we’ll leave this place for another.

Restlessness rumbling. Grumbling.
Surfacing from somewhere. Deep.
An itch to move stirs my search for other settings.
Wondering if and when we’ll leave this place for another.

Poor in spirit? It takes drawing near to You for me to understand.
In Your Presence, reality reigns.
Your light reveals empty substitutes for true riches encroaching.
Your Word speaks. Opening arrogant eyes. Unstopping stubborn ears.
Truth. Zeroing in on where I’m prone to wander.

Eclectic. “Composed of elements drawn from various sources. Synonyms: Assorted. Mixed. Ragtag. Varied.” (Merriam Webster Dictionary)
The term entered my vocabulary during Interior Design undergrad studies. And became the predominant style in our various homes over the years.
Local culture and prominent traditional hues. Availability in textiles and furniture. Differing patterns and color combinations. All these things dictated our interior decor. And changed my own perception of beauty and order.
The girl who couldn’t imagine deep reds in her color scheme, now embraces them.
