The Magic and Beauty of Home
The first home I remember living in was a basement suite. My brother and I shared a bunk bed and my mother slept on a pull out sofa in the living room. In the kitchen hung a mobile and on the table were placemats with happy faces on them. It was simple, small and cozy. I remember knowing that I was safe there.
I want to create the same kind of home for my family. Wherever it is that we are living, I want it to be a beautiful space in which we can nourish our bodies, hearts, and souls. While I deeply appreciate a space that is well-designed with perfectly appointed furniture and accessories, decorating does not come naturally to me. I’m not interested in having a perfect home, but a home that is simple and functional. A home that fills me with a sense of tranquility. A space with true comfort and ease.
There’s nothing in our home that is off limits; everything is meant to be touched and used. Our couch is old and a little worn; we curl up in its corners, run fingers over our history that has woven itself into the fibers of each cushion. The beds are covered with soft sheets that invite a deep and peaceful sleep. The table in our kitchen is beat up and scratched but I love it this way; every mark and dent holds a memory. I sit at one end and my beloved on the other. I have used the same chair for almost 8 years. It’s this safe and sweet spot for me, like slipping into a soft sweater that I’ve owned forever.
If you were to walk through the front door you’d see the words “Life is Beauty-Full.” I like to place little secret messages around the home to keep me inspired. They are like touchstones that keep me focused and in alignment with my desires and intentions. I tear art and words from calendars and magazines and tape them on the walls. If there is something that I think is really beautiful that my children would love, I’ll place it at eye level so that they too can soak it in. It’s such a simple touch that adds so much. Even the things that find their way out of place are beautiful: The toys left out, the papers from school, the shoes that don’t make it to the closet—they are just evidence of a home that’s filled with the breath of life.
It’s so nourishing to our spirit to have a home that truly feels like a sanctuary. All of these little things add up to infuse the space with the energy that makes the home glow. I like to believe that it’s not just these small acts that transform our home, but the sentiment that is layered into each expression. Love can be expressed in words, but it is often through actions that it is truly felt.
I hope that when the children grow up, they too will remember home as that one place where they always felt safe and comforted. That they always remember reading beside me on the old couch and having dinners at the weathered and worn table. That they’ll remember how mama used to tape pretty pictures on the walls and how at ease it made them feel. And when they move on to create their own families and homes, I hope that they’ll find their own ways to cultivate the same kind of warm and loving environment.