Welcoming home

As an interior designer and blogger, I focus daily on interior inspirations. I search and read and ogle over spaces that seem to be the ideal, the quintessential, the most serene, inviting, dynamic, welcoming, ... you name it. Sometimes, my eye gets tired.

Sometimes I look through and love and appreciate, but I am overwhelmed. There is so much to look at, so much to take in and use, re-interpret, incorporate, dream of ... that I need a breather. Homes, rooms, spaces: they don't simply emulate our ideal settings or provide spaces for the memories we make (thought their role in this is pivotal) sometimes, they just support us. When we have bitten off too much, run ourselves ragged and feel a little like Munch's The Scream, that is the ultimate test of the spaces we have labored so long to cultivate. As my head spins from information and inspiration and cannot tether itself to solid ground, I lounge back and am welcomed into my hard work. The elements that I have strived to pull together, to cull down, to arrange and group and align to some unheard chord within who I am and what I need join together to make my tired mind feel welcomed. Soothed. Relaxed. I still see the holes. The missing rug, the bare wall, the table waiting for a collection. But I still see a foundation. A step in the right direction.

As I wrestle with feeling no progress, I look around me and feel the beginnings of an atmosphere - a presence of space that is greater than the elements within. A rhythm that echoes that which I strive for that has begun to beat slowly and methodically, showing me that there is a direction. There are successes that lead to an achievement of "Home".

Within my string of successes that I see around me I am reminded of the importance of the efforts we make to fashion our spaces. It is proven that we function better with a home base to return to. Yes, shelter, safety, etc on the base level of survival, but also one that reflects our "self" and reminds us of where we have been and where we are going. The quote on my teabag this morning told me "Empty yourself and let the universe fill you." I feel that if we can successfully empty ourselves into our spaces, those spaces have a way of filling us. They fill us with homecoming, with well-being, with that glow of inclusion and belonging only achieved through that which inspires and furthers our passions.

This is why I do what I do. This is why I love to find ways to physically represent the whisperings that we feel within us, to define the pull we feel toward a whole, dynamic, enveloping potential in a way that allows my clients' spaces to both welcome you home and inspire you to get out there and conquer - so that you can come back home.