The Healing of Home
As a storm tumbles around my cottage, I have been cleaning, although I don't think you can see much difference. I need new furniture! Sometimes it feels wrong to think of mundanities like furniture when the real focus should be on soulful things, but then again the home environment we create for ourselves can be a source of healing and dearly needed peace.
I think that's true also of our neighbourhood environment. My personal vision of utopia is small, circular communities centred around communal gardens, with communal responsibility for waterways and woodlands and air quality. Everyone working to support themselves and each other within the community and in networks with other communities. Fairs, gatherings, harvests. The old village way.
It's really about love, isn't it? And kindness. Not only to each other, but ourselves. If we have sofas and cushions and tables that we love, it's easier to give love to the world; to be happier, easier, more benevolent. If we have a little garden to care for, we may be more tender-hearted towards other people, because we've been softened by the dirt. If we see beauty when we look out our windows, we become more able to see it everywhere, because we trust in its existence.
I can't afford new furniture right now. My view is all ugliness. But I have flowers in little jars, and wishes washed into the linens, and some wonderful neighbours. And maybe one day I will put notes in letterboxes along the street, inviting everyone to afternoon tea. Just for now, though, I will go wash the windows. Have a beautiful day.
art by carl larsson