August 22, 2016 – It’s Good to be Home
I prefer ordinary days. The no small moments where I am surprised by the palpable presence of God. Last Friday I babysat my grandsons Luke and Jeremy. I didn’t have any spa music softly playing in the background because I didn’t want to miss the sounds of their voices as they played in what I call “The Great Room”. This room is an open space that I intentionally designed to make myself and anyone who entered feel as if they have walked into a cottage on a beach. This summer on July 14th I moved into my new home. The walls were all a bright highlighter yellow but I knew the moment my Realtor and I walked through the front door I was home and four days later the walls donned a soft celery…cucumber colour just waiting for me to hang my pictures and rest my body and soul. The great room holds my dining room on one end with a long and open kitchen with a counter in the center that feels like a welcoming wave and on the other end my living room. The space is surrounded by windows, pouring in light from both bookends and light from a window above that beams into the loft and second floor. The loft welcomes my grandsons into a play room filled with toys waiting for them in blocks within shelves while a pine threaded armour is packed with games and movies. Pictures from generations past and now whisper “I love you’s” and “You did it” all around this space as a radio flyer full of Batman’s and Bad Guys sits in the corner surrounded by pillows to fall upon. The loft leads into a seaside paradise with twin oak captain beds and windows, buoy’s, seashells, an oar, a Captain’s mirror and a dolphin wait for the boys to run to the old boxes at the foot of their beds full of Lego and star wars characters. Their master bathroom has a large bathtub that was quickly named, “The Pool” with a glassed in shower so one can see the old boat and shells around the mirror and sink. Up another flight of stairs awaits my soul’s solace. A large room with my oak Shaker bed and a reading space where my big fat leather chair and ottoman hold a pillow and blanket graced with the faces of family and those I love who have gone before me. When I walk into my room I feel like I have walked into the ocean, soft sand and soft colours, a picture of my girls on the beach, a picture a friend painted for me of the tide rolling in and art that has women in soft repose with flowers surrounding them. I have more than enough space for yoga and strength training and a large nook full of books and my journals. My bathroom also dons a “jet pool” and a shower where I can sit and let the worries of the day wash over me. The basement, yes I bought a home with four levels, waits to be developed into a living and sleeping space for my parents and friends when they visit.
Outside my dining room window I can see a large hill surrounded by walkways and two parks, On top of the hill it looks like a scene from the Lord of The Rings and Jeremy has claimed this as his Jedi Castle. This hill is one of the few legal tobogganing hills in the city. As I write this I can see and hear children playing with their siblings and care givers. When I turn and look to my left the entire wall is a window over-looking my deck and backyard. I can see the wind blowing my umbrella and feel the cross breeze on my face and hands. In the great room are painted water colour scenes from moments spent on beaches and a large credenza proudly holds precious family moments in frames with bottles of sand and candles lighting the faces. Behind me as I write from my dining room table a buffet that looks like it was stolen from a beach house holds shells, old sea sticks woven into a garland and a stone tail of a whale.
I am not writing about my home to brag. I am writing because it is a simple place full of simple ordinary moments that are no small moments. These moments to some may seem like no big deal but to me they are my world. The people in these frames, the people that come through my doors are my world. My ordinary life is full of my family, friends and a stranger that will become a friend when he lands on my doorstep this Thursday and stays for a few days and shares his story and songs with me. This is my life. Today, until a friend comes over for dinner, I am living in my pajamas, researching, writing and planning the worship services for the next two Sundays. I have the sounds of nature playing on the stereo and the sounds of nature blowing through my windows and spirit. My Creator has been all around me today and singing with songs of joy inside of me. I have heard God’s voice as I read the Scriptures today and meditated on their lessons for me in this moment. I have no idea what I am going to cook for dinner but this one thing I know is that out of this ordinary day the Sacred will co-create something with me that I would never have thought of on my own. Ah, it’s good to be home. May you discover the scared extraordinary in your place of solace. Call out and God will answer you in all that is surrounding you and in all that is coming through your doors. May we all dare to live greatly.