|- the living room morphed into a dining room 6 years ago -|
Sometimes we just need to listen to our houses, you know? We need to hear what they quietly whisper to us in voices dim and quiet. We need to discern the invitations they're putting out there in the most gentlest of ways.
For times have changed since we unpacked those moving boxes all those years ago. Our families look different, our possessions have mushroomed, our daily lives bear little resemblance to what they looked like back in the day when we first turned brand new keys in unfamiliar front door locks.
We aren't the same now as we were then.
Maybe it's time to fully appreciate who we are in this season. Here. Now. And thoughtfully consider what we truly must have around us to bring us restful satisfaction and a sense of place. And maybe more importantly, begin to comprehend that much of what is strewn about serves no significant purpose anymore. With a bit of sorrow, disappointment, and yes, fear, we discover that the things we held dear in ages past are bringing us no joy in the present and take up valuable space that would best serve us in ways new and fresh, wide open and free.
For the truth is that we are who we are right now. And our spaces need to reflect that truth.
Don't get me wrong. I do love my collection of vintage bowls, wooden spoons, baskets. Truly. But I'm letting my spaces speak to me ... and I'm loving the compelling invitations that are whispering deep.
* visiting with Kristen * Lyli * Angie