Home is sacred. And because it is a sacred place, I believe that we create altars all over inside and out of it--sometimes without even being consciously aware of it.
The objects on the bookcase in our
living room all have meaning to us. The vintage print on the wall
epitomizes our view of the simple blessings of family. Dave and I were
certainly not in a good financial place when we bought this piece, but
we counted out the change we had accumulated in jars--we wanted it that
badly. The Korean bell and the Buddhist monk figurine are souvenirs
from my husband's world travels. I adore stones in any form...I believe
that they give a sense of being solid and safe. And the photo on the
far left is one of our son's marrying his lovely bride.
bookcase has significance. I bought it as my graduation present from
college, one of the few things I've ever purchased on payments. I
wanted it desperately, because although I am a book fanatic, there is
just something about books behind glass, that not only makes them look
tidy, it also makes them look classy. This bookcase has been moved a
handful of times and even jostled around the back of a semi across the
country TWICE, and--knock on wood!-- the glass is still perfect.
is another photo, that shows just a minute fraction of our books. Most
of our books are still in storage. Some people look for houses with
guest rooms for visitors; we are looking for a house with guest rooms
for books! We fantasize about having a formal library with hunting
scenes in gilded frames and deep wing chairs. And considering my husband
devours classics and political science, a library with busts of the
founding fathers would be more than appropriate.
are certainly not where we would have dreamed at this place in our
life. Life has thrown us a few curve-balls, and my husband nearly died a
few years ago of a dreaded MRSA infection. That infection devoured our
savings and really forced us to pare down to the basics. I look at the
painting on the wall, and I never fail to get a warm feeling, noticing
that the living room in the piece is also spare and uncluttered and
cozy, like ours. I know that we are not living big, like so many
Americans, but we are living well. And I know that the family in the
painting is close and warm, like ours. And I have just enough.