Here ~ in the quiet of my home ~ I have been smiling a lot today.
I smiled as I dropped off Jennie and Emma at Cameron's for their expedition to the Getty Museum. I smiled as I cleaned the windowsills and doorways. I cleaned as I scrubbed the kitchen counters, I smiled as I slathered my skin with Cedar Oil.
I smiled as I sat at the computer to do some quick writing and I smiled as I folded and put away laundry.
My home has been my best friend over the years: she feels like she has been consistently "with me" these past twenty years. Others have come and gone or come and stayed and now, I am learning to treat her with the deep love I feel for her and that, my human loves reading this, makes me smile.
There are certain places where the love-seed has blossomed and others, not so much.
My intent for the rest of this year is to have my love take form in this, my home, so that I may open her more often to other people for parties and teas and just "dropping by as I drove past the neighborhood." I love that concept and for the past few years I have felt my clutter and uber full schedule precluded that level of comfortability but lately it feels like my level of ok-ness with who I am and where I live while simultaneously consciously loving my house more means... my passion and heart is showing up in the art placed on the walls, the conversation piece objects and the way this house is anything but generic.
My home is an embodyment of me and I am loving now not only how it is looking but how it is feeling.
I call my friend Jennie's house "The Zen House." I just laughed because I teach and participate in programs at Mercy Hospital's Art and Spirituality Center and that is sort of the vibe I want for my home: a cross between Zen and Art & Spirituality. Inspiration, Comfort and Creative Fire, perpetually and passionately burning.
I trust my loves are having fun on their trip. A part of me wishes I could be gazing at the Rembrandts and van Gogh's and gorgeous garden, the bigger part of me is so happy to be peacefully ensconced in the quiet of my home. Bach playing, coffee perking, cedar scented hands typing and sending this message to you.
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