Wednesday, March 23, 2016
What Home Really Means
It was a stressful work week—to say the least. I came home this afternoon feeling the need to vent, and I confess I did so with oldest daughter. Afterwards, I realized, as I often do, that venting doesn't help much of anything. So, I set to work making dinner. As I did so I pressed Etta James into Pandora and began the preparations. It was soothing, the cutting, the chopping, the sautéing and sprinkling and dashing. I began to relax. Youngest daughter had lacrosse practice. Hubby was at work. It was just the middle daughter and me. Table was set. Candles were lit. Good food was consumed by just the two of us.
Big mistake: I watched the news. Bloody pictures of the wounded in Brussels, and I found myself wondering about those people whose photos were snapped. You've seen the images. A stylish but wounded women in her bra, face bleeding. A man stunned on the airport floor. Might he have lost his legs? I felt a responsibility to watch, so I did. When it was over, I cleaned my kitchen, letting thoughts of the day, of this troubled world, tie new knots in my head.
I started the dishwasher, and as I type, I am listening to its hum. My husband is home now, eating his supper, which was left warm on the stove. The dog snores between us on the sofa. My girls (minus the grown one) are upstairs, chatting with friends, showering, doing homework, normal things for girls to do on a Wednesday evening.
Still feeling unsettled, I switched off the television, poured a glass of wine, and began looking through my trusty decorating magazines. How frivolous! Really? No, not frivolous. Soothing. It is home and food and hearth and dog, the sounds of a purring dishwasher and the upstairs shower running, the glow of lamp and candle, the smell of good food, the taste of wine—these are the things to soothe us. Whether it be a tough day (or week) at work or a great and unthinkable tragedy, home, in so many countless ways, really is where the heart is, at least this heart anyway.
When I joined this "club" of bloggers, I knew I had found my people, smart and accomplished and talented women (mostly) who understand that home is the place that matters most.