Turning Day
A day of endings and openings. Sunflowers, slow rhythm, and the quiet ritual of welcome.
The sun tried hard today. A heavy light pressed on everything, not quite breaking through. A slow-moving domestic day, home and apartment both needing tending. Laundry moved at a breakneck pace, though I did not.
I moved like fog. But I showed up, and things got done.
Turning days feel like punctuation in the rhythm of this place.
Guests leave. Guests are due.
The space breathes in and out.
Turning Day ritual
Guests leave. Guests are due.
It’s not just cleaning, this day.
It’s a closing, an ending of something I always hope held you well.
Then a clearing, an opening of space, for you.
A turning, with a hopeful goodbye and a heart-filled welcome.
Everything in this place is touched, refreshed, made new
for the moment it becomes your home, just for a while.
You are always welcome here.
