Comfort (v.) late 13c., conforten “to cheer up, console,” from Old French conforter “to comfort, to solace; to help, strengthen,” from Late Latin confortare “to strengthen much”
Comfort is one of the things I treasure the most in my home and in my relationship with Steve. We live in a beautiful and warm house with a well stocked larder which supplies much physical comfort. I also get a lot of emotional comfort from my marriage. Yesterday, Steve was here working from home in the kitchen and I went into my studio to make some Holocaust Butterflies for a project with the Houston Holocaust Museum. I am making mine with images of the Native American Holocaust, which is personally very relevant to me as I have Muscogee (Creek) ancestry.
We started the morning in our light filled kitchen with coffee, tea, breakfast and The Observer.
I went into my studio for the afternoon and had a very deep art-making session, sometimes tearful, very healing. Occasionally Steve would pass on his way to another part of our house or poke his head in to offer a cup of tea. I asked for a hug from time to time or came into the kitchen and show Steve what I was working on.
From my studio window, I spied a pair of jackdaws, perching close together in the still bare branches of a tree.
At the end of our day, we came back together in the kitchen to talk about our respective days and to share a hearty meal of braised ham and cabbage with carrots and haricot verts. Nourishing, comforting food for the body and soul!