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winter quarters, as of a hibernating animal

In a world where noise surrounds us at every turn, we find ourselves desperately in need of a hibernaculum. A place where we can be still. To disappear in, even if it is for just a little while.

My hibernaculum can be found within my home. Filled with creature comforts. Big, furry blankets. Soft recliners that have taken the form of my body from years of use. A fireplace that crackles and smiles as it envelops me in its warmth. Scattered candles providing both scents that relax me from the inside out and soft glows that create dancing shadows on my walls. A large tv screen takes center stage, powered by 4 remotes, enabling me to binge my favorite shows with a large bowl of buttered popcorn in my lap and a hot cup of tea in my hands.

I’ve never taken the gift of my home for granted. I’ve been uber-blessed to have a custom-made hibernaculum that brings me both peace and comfort. There have been two times in my life where I was homeless. This has led me to collect little houses and respect my home in a deeper way. Some are made of wood, metal ones, others made from ceramics. Some hold electric lights, while candles burn brightly in others. There are paintings of them on the walls and even tiny home-shaped thimbles on shelves. Reminders that my hibernaculum is wrapped up just for me, ready and waiting.

This is not a new idea, nor a new need. As far back as the cave-men, there has always been a need for a hibernaculum. It helps us to reboot. To refresh and regroup. As I write, there is cold wind blowing outside, yelling angrily and knocking on the windows. But that’s ok…cuz I’m cuddled deep under one of those furry blankets, thanking God for my wonderful hibernaculum today.

Creatively His, Sue:)


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