A Quiet Day, A Little Bit of Narnia

Just a little note from an ordinary day — soft hours, small tasks waiting, Narnia playing again. Sometimes that’s all the story needs to be. 🌿

“Not every day must be full — some are meant to be soft.”

Stories spun from sunlight, tea, and soft sighs.

It’s one of those slow days. I’m not doing much. Just... existing softly.
There’s studying to do, of course — books and notes scattered nearby. But mostly, I’ve been letting the hours drift by. Narnia is playing again (yes, again) in the background. The music, the voices — they wrap around me like a familiar blanket. I think if I could live inside a story for a while, it might just be there, beyond the wardrobe.

Meanwhile — the dishes wait. The floor could use a little sweep. I know I should get up and do them... but the energy isn’t here today, and that’s okay.

“Even stillness is a kind of rhythm.”

Tomorrow, I’ll do the little things. I have to cook a small meal, because my little sister is coming over after an exam. I want her to come home to warmth — not perfection. A pot on the stove, a soft chair, something sweet, a smile. That’s enough.

“There’s magic in quiet mornings and undone chores.”

I used to feel guilty about these kinds of days. But I’ve learned to see them differently — as needed pauses. As chances to let myself breathe between the busier hours.

“A pot on the stove, a sister’s laugh, and the scent of something small and warm — that’s more than enough for one day.”

So for now, Narnia plays on. The kettle hums. I sip some tea, and let myself simply be. The dishes will wait. The floor will wait. Life will wait, gently, with me.

“There is beauty in the ordinary — the tea left half-drunk, the quiet hum of a fan, the thought of someone coming home.”

With warmth and quiet joy,
Onnaya 🕊️