A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.
The term homemaker has gotten a bad rap. Creating a beautiful and nurturing environment requires love and artistry, and can be a most satisfying experience. As Maya Angelou says, The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. I have come to embrace the fact that I am a homemaker. That may be because I have lived in 10 houses in 22 years! Looking back I realize how much I enjoyed making each space a home. Many things go into creating this safe place, and as homemakers we are artists continually drawing on our talents to bring into being a beautiful and peaceful environment that welcomes all that walk through its doors.
One simple way to beautify our environment is to bring flowers into our homes. Flowers are food for our eyes and our souls.
If you’ve never been thrilled to the edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
This can be considered an art project that starts when you decide which flowers will grace your home. Which blossoms call to you? A multi-colored bouquet or flowers of the same color? Which vase will showcase them best? Taking time and care to arrange the blossoms just so can be a meditative experience. And voila, a work of art to be enjoyed for days!
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give you a sense of quiet in a crowded day – like writing a poem, or saying a prayer.
~Ann Morrow Lindbergh
Now that I consider myself an “artist of the every day”, I see the world with new eyes. What an adventure! I am taking photos of everything. The vase of flowers then becomes another art project – a photography project.
Thanks to modern technology I am never without a camera – I always have my cell phone. These days when I am out with the doggies I am in constant awe of the beauty of spring in the Pacific Northwest – something I missed when we were in California. Often I just have to stop and get it on camera.
Again, I will end with quotes.
Earth laughs in flowers.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
~Gerald de Nerval
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Whoever loves and understands a garden will find contentment within.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.