It’s just about that time of year we adore most here at Bella Grace. Cozy season is upon us and we couldn’t be more excited to look out for these wonderful signs it has arrived written by Bella contributor, Ella Wilson…
Going through the submissions we receive is one of the most enjoyable parts of producing Bella Grace. For each issue, we’re faced with the pleasure of reading through over 100 of them and narrowing them down to the approximately 25 to 30 we’ll use. Our team is frequently asked how we select the pieces, and though this is something that can be hard to pinpoint at times as some of them just have that special something, there are a few things that catch our attention. This list isn’t all-inclusive by any means, but some general things that we are drawn to. The stories we’ve most enjoyed sharing — no matter what the topic — have been those that have been told straight from the heart.
My mornings have become so routine that I go about them as though I’m on autopilot. First, I
wrap myself up in my well-loved but very ragged robe and let the dogs out into the backyard so
they can stretch their legs after a long night’s sleep. Without much thought, I scoop whole coffee
beans into the grinder, fill the coffee maker’s tank with water, add in the now-ground coffee, and
press start. As the coffee brews and fills the air with notes of chocolate, espresso, and
sometimes even a hint of orange, I let the dogs back in for breakfast. While they eat I grab a
mug from my ever-growing collection, and by that time, the carafe should be filled and ready to
have its first cup of the day poured. I have it perfectly timed.
I’ve said for years that the universe tosses you gifts daily, and that you just have to hold out your hands and catch them. Most of those gifts are overlooked moments; we get busy or tired and we just miss them. We expect them to be big and wrapped up in silver paper, with a red bow on top. I’m as guilty as everyone else. I get lazy and don’t want to peek into the shadows or even under my pillow, but that’s where they live. These gifts. The sweet nothings of the everyday.
