Home Sweet Home
It’s more than a roof over our heads.
It’s more than a place we eat, wash, and sleep.
It’s even more than the place we love our beloved, or raise our family.
It’s sanctuary from the world, for when we need to retreat, restore, refuel.
It’s our haven, to nourish our bodies, our minds, our hearts.
It’s our fortress, for when the wild winds become too much. When we are beset by the world, we can pull up the drawbridge and be safe here.
It’s our restoration. Our home fills our souls with beauty, our bodies with energy, our hearts with love.
It’s our joy and our happiness – for where else can we be truly, utterly ourselves if not here, at home?
Where we live is truly our home if we feel stronger, braver, wiser, happier, and more alive for living there. Do you?
After I drafted this post, I took a walk around my home. I wandered the rooms. Noticed cobwebs that glinted in the sun. Took in, with a shudder, the clean washing piled high on the laundry bench waiting to be dealt with. I spied breakfast dishes in the sink, beds unmade, and dust. I spied the parts of my wardrobe I didn’t get to in my recent clear-out.
And I asked myself, what am I talking about? How could this mess possibly make me feel stronger, braver, wiser, happier and more alive? Huh. Really?
How can I write about a home that nourishes my soul, when mine is in such a state.
Then my daughter walked into the kitchen. Offered me a cuppa. We sat at the kitchen bench (which was miraculously clear of all but a few crumbs:) and nattered.
This mess? It doesn’t matter. It’s easily cleaned, cleared and sorted. And it’s never done.
But the people I adore above all else live in this house. Filling it with love.
The quilts my mother made and the artwork my husband and I have collected over the years adorn our walls. Filling it with beauty and colour.
The couch and the dining table are used regularly, and have seen so much love and laughter. They are the conduits for our togetherness.
The fridge that stores the food, the oven that bakes up a storm, the beds that support and hold us, the washing machine that works so very hard to keep up with the laundry, all support our lives and make it that much richer.
The animals that live here with us, our dog and our horse, bringing companionship, loyalty and unquestioning devotion.
The rose garden my husband planted for me, filling my heart with the reminder of his love every time I walk past.
This, then, is the home that nurtures me. That brings me back to myself when I feel lost and alone. That allows me to be me, and go out into the world strong, loved and loving in return.
This, is home – mess and all.
Join us as we talk about home sweet home throughout February here at The Calm Space.
Tell me - How does your home make you feel?
I am Káren Wallace, Editor and Founder of The Calm Space, and Deliberate Luscious Life Coach to women who long to live a gorgeous life – with ease. I am relishing the energy and love that surrounds me as I work my way into the new year.
I adore witnessing the growth in confidence and strength the women in Calm Space Salon experience. Will you join us? (Doors close this week)