Make It A Home

After 35 years I find myself rolling back the timelines to pinpoint definitive changes. Not life changing but things that happened within my life time that marks better. There is always stuff that stalls building from the ground up and I would like to note that these are important peaceful times that just slow things down. Not everything that prevents change is bad. Raising children, being a partner and being present in your relationship is work, rewarding work, not obstacles. In the beginning getting your feet rooted takes time. Then feeling safe in that garden lets you relax into building from there. There was a time when we would move and it always seemed to happen after the last box was unpacked and then we would pack it all up and make a change, moving on to another spot. When we first moved in our current home, I was apprehensive to unpack the last box, it remained taped for two years so as not to jinx it!

Remodelling and renovating was put off for additional years, there were kids to grow, there was places to see, there was always something. We were busy people, functional space surrounded us so it made no difference. We were discovering the world with our kids. Our kids were our first priority. Somewhere along the way, our choices for our home became purposeful. Items were selected, based on functional and practical, paint colour became our choice instead of the childhood flavour of the week. When I shop, I like to touch things, feel the texture, check for softness, see if it stirs up happiness, especially after the Covid Cootie years. I like pretty things, natural things! I like to surround myself with items that I truly love. I have clutter places in my home, mostly tucked away. Almost like that taped box from the first years. Stuff I don’t need immediately, but also can’t part with.

I think I am selective because number one it doesn’t hold value, like the people that actually make our space the home. When this place is filled with our loves, that is the time the heartbeat can be felt, the echoes of the past and glimpses of the future peer out at us. The house is alive, you will miss that! Not for lack of intention, full time jobs, winter, sports, quality time within their own families, various work schedules, lack of planning. It happens, it is always easier when the weather gets better. Maybe I can bottle it with the berries and preserves, to store for the cold dark days. I can open a bottle a day in the winter, one on my bedside table for nightly talks to Momma. One for my sons room so he can gab with his sisters all day long. One on the dinner table so we can all be together in that space. Winter might be getting to me a little bit today, can you tell? Tomorrow is another day closer to spring!