Doing Vs. Being
/I want to open this by saying I am writing this week's article because I need to read it back to myself... and because my officemates asked me to share their message....
It doesn't always have to be about the doing. Sometimes it should just be about the be-ing.
This is how a lot of my conversations with my friends, most of whom are also working moms, have gone lately:
"Hi! How are you?"
The answer has almost always been one word, said with emphasis, eyebrows up, head nodding slowly
"Busy." (head nodding now turns to head shaking...you can add a smack of the lips for dramatic effect....)
Enough said, I guess. It seems we feel defined by our busyness, and busyness is the pervasive quality that describes our work, our weekends, and, I fear, our lives in our homes as well.
We link the value of something to the accomplishment, the completion, the meeting of the goal...however, life in our houses is never done. There are always dishes to be washed, laundry to be done, floors to be swept, and papers to be sorted. Always. And when you are all done with that (ha ha) there are a few windows that are rotting, a gutter that is clogged, and a roof that needs to be replaced. With this mindset we will never be able to sit down, but will rather just fall over in exhaustion.
So, are you waiting for your check list to be done, your hamper to be empty, or your Better Homes and Gardens photo shoot to be scheduled so you can really sit and savor your home? Please don't.
If you are unsure of how to start, just follow the lead of your dog or cat, if you happen to share your home with one....
Be relaxed. Be curious....

You know, just BE.
The reason we own our homes, other than the fact we need to be warm and dry, of course, is to hopefully derive some pleasure and enjoyment out of them.
So, how do we get to the place where we can just be? How can we be sure we are taking time aside from our busyness to be still and enjoy? I believe it comes from the acceptance of imperfection-- imperfection that will be there whether or not we rail against it, whether or not we acknowledge it, whether or not we work our fingers to the bone, whether or not we ever sit still. Being able to sit down, sit still, and just be comes from a place of comfort with the idea that everything cannot be accomplished, experienced, cleaned, organized, nor mastered, and that does not diminish who I am or the beauty of where I live.
Alright, I have to close now because I have SO much to do this afternoon. (just kidding, just kidding...)

When I was five years old, I was awakened early one morning and summoned to the first (and last) family meeting my parents ever had. I stumbled down the stairs in my nightgown, groggy and confused--I had had a fitful night's sleep, sensing that something was coming undone, something was changing in the house where I lived. I was told that a decision had been made, and life was about to change in a very big way....
Divorce is a painful, sometimes ugly, always disorienting life event for all those involved. Some relationships are severed, others altered, belongings separated, addresses changed. Now as adult, I can offer that little girl understanding, support and the knowledge that things that are broken can heal...and end up better than they were in the first place.


So, how about you? Are you proudly blooming where you are planted? Maybe your home isn't where you always dreamed of living, maybe it isn't the style of house or the neighborhood of your dreams....but you can bloom there anyway.

I hope you can put your feet up there, and feel that it is a place that helps you to become more of who you want to be. Have faith that with time, creativity, and proper nurturing the simplest of dwellings can become simply beautiful-plastic pots, twigs and all.
At this time there are two things of which I would like to remind you:
