TheBanyanTree: Decor

[Maria Gibson]

We have lived here, in this particular house, for seven years.  It has 
been a fine shelter.  A place to rest a weary head.  It has not ever 
really and truly felt like a home to me.  I'm not sure if that's because 
we moved around for so many years or if it is because we bought it in a 
very tumultous period of life.  In either case, it has been a chore to 
even like this residence let alone love it.

I think I love it, now.  Making way for my son and his wife has forced 
me to undo some of the boring crap and replace it.  I'm in the frame of 
mind to not replace boring with boring and have found myself decorating 
and caring in a way unknown to this house.  This feels familiar, this 
caring, this attention to detail.  It feels good.  I almost dare not 
breathe this thought but it feels like the way I used to be long ago, 
before.

So, I have been decorating and cleaning and learning.  Like this house 
has more than one side and more than one purpose, so has my time been 
spent not only in playing with fire but also in healing.  I have 
rediscovered my music and time spent alone, I have danced in the 
livingroom in a t-shirt and underwear as I was on the way to clean this 
or that.  Singing to myself.  Discovering and loving the corners and 
niches, those places previously ignored.

It's a healthy way to waste a day.

Maria