Beauty in the Ordinary

This is not about being brilliant, or extraordinary, it's not about wanting to be famous, or making headlines, or trying to impress...this about sharing a 'gift' each day with the world...to lift the spirit of people when they read this blog, to show them the beauty in the ordinary.
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Raold Dahl

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

V....a day late but I'm here...
I was thinking about the message on your door 'dream'...and how important it is to never stop dreaming. Dreaming for me is setting my intention. And as I look at daily blogs on beautiful homes and of rooms so luscious...I dream of living in these spaces and of transforming where I live to capture even just a drop of their essence.
Our homes do reflect who we are and they are perfect just as they, it isn't about having everything exactly the way you would like right now, it is your intention for your home that matters, your intention is what will radiate through your home making it sparkle with love and light.
As Kahil Gibran so beautifully states...

Your house is your larger body.
It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night;
and it is not dreamless.
Does not your house dream? and dreaming,
leave the city for grove or hill-top?
And tell me....
....what have you in these house?
And what is it you guard with fastened doors?
Have you peace?...
Have you remembrances?...
Have you beauty?...
Tell me, have you these in your houses?
Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort,
that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest,
and then becomes a host,
and then a master?...
...Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound,
but an eyelid that guards the eye.
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors,
nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling,
nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down...
...and though of magnificence and splendour,
your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides
in the mansion of the sky,
whose door is the morning mist
and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.



1 comment:

  1. I wish everyone who lives in disorder and clutter could read and understand this beautiful poem. Our homes should support and protect us, not overwhelm and rule.

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