Yesterday a friend shared that with the pandemic and shelter-in-place, she started using her living room. It had always been kept ready for company but now with no one coming she had taken it over and the coffee table was covered with her “stuff”. She falls asleep there, dreams.
Another shared that when she grew up the dining room was used once a year for Passover and the rest of the time they ate in shifts in the tiny kitchen.
If our dreams symbolize how we use the rooms in our “house”, how are we using our actual rooms?
I’m looking around now as spring is here and morning is a symphony of birds twittering and tweeting and I know it’s time to clean out. We will be opening our homes and ourselves, and how is that for us now?
We turn with the tides and flowers offer scent as they bloom.