Away from the fret of the world

From Lost Horizon by James Hilton: "These were his beloved things, all around him, the things of that inner mind in which he lived increasingly, away from the fret of the world."

This is what I desire for the world I build around myself. My beloved things, the things of my inner mind, that interior world where I live increasingly. In my own way I'm attempting to build, find or create my interior world as an exterior one. Nearly everyone says, "I'll know it when I see it." Of course we will, we've lived with it in our minds long before we see it in reality. It is familiar, comforting and makes us feel at home. We know it.

Quilts, soft muted colors, flowers, music in the background, old movies, wood burning fireplaces, candlelight, writing without interruption, a screened porch, brick paths, chocolates, a pantry, books and books and books, mysteries from the 30's and 40's, journals, cats curled up asleep on the bed, paintings of ships on stormy seas, a telescope, letter openers, magnifying glass, gorgeous frames and photographs, joyful secrets, needlepoint, chairs with ottomans, an old pine table for a desk, old radio programs, sweatshirts and warm socs, the Dick Van Dyke show, a sleigh bed, Blackwatch plaid, Brookhollow patterned china, Crane stationary, Waterman pens, hand-knit sweaters, dial phones, walking sticks, tins of cookies, scented lotions, fluffy towels, lanterns, BLTs, homemade hot chocolate with Bailey's, oiled pine kitchen cupboards, multiple paned windows, hand written letters, gardens with winding paths, kittens, Irish wolfhounds and Scottish deerhounds, sharing with family and friends while still having privacy and enough solitude, leather-covered boxes.................and on and on and on.