I walked through the older part of my neighborhood this morning. In contrast to the more mid-century look of the streets around my house, I was passing by older and larger homes many of them looking like english country houses complete with lovely gardens and charming outdoor decor. They are lovely homes, and somehow seem immune to the struggles and violence in the world; as if life behind those doors and windows is perfect. And while I know this is false and in reality just a result of architecture and good landscaping/gardening, it did make me restless to start creating that feeling in my own home. While I have only been here a few months, I long for a more established garden, a well used and welcoming kitchen and a living room that embraces with knitting and book scattered everywhere, welcoming an afternoon of creativity or reading. A home that provides refuge, but welcomes visitors and is open to community with neighbors. The reasonable part of me knows this sort of atmosphere and beauty in the yard takes time, but still I dream on.
So as these thoughts were rambling through my mind while walking, I stopped at one of our little free libraries (http://www.littlefreelibrary.org) and browsed through the some interesting looking fiction. But then I moved a few books and before me appeared a book titled Staying Put: Making a Home in a Restless World by Scott Russell Sanders (1993). How Profound that the universe provided this book for me at the exact time I was thinking exactly about that very thing. I can’t wait to have a cup of tea and see what this author has to say about putting down roots and creating a home.
And I do have the beginnings of a welcoming home!