“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Words to live by? No doubt. Words to decorate by well….. yes as a matter of fact, they are.
The last thing I want to see on someone’s face when they walk in my home is a grimace of pain not unlike the one when you pluck that errant eyebrow or (god forbid) nose hair. No matter how you try to mask it, the wrinkle of pain that darts across your face is unmistakable; like a gouge in a newly installed hardwood floor.
The response I’m looking for is more akin to the great “ahh” moment when you ease your tired body into a steaming whirlpool bath. The air escapes from your lips, your body relaxes and your nerve-endings just smile. Yes, this is how I want you to feel when you step into my home.
So here’s my question? In this purportedly God-fearing land why do so many ignore this simple truth? And I’m not speaking about all the anger, distrust, fear-mongering, or war-rampaging which fills most of the information-waves today. (Although I feel certain that most of these would be taken care of if we would just “do unto others”. Right?)
No, I am talking about the visual assault inflicted by so many on the unsuspecting few of us who give a flying-rat’s-ass about the condition of our surroundings. I’m not suggesting that we all live in some version of a financially fueled, glossy-magazine-looking fantasy home where the carpets are never walked on and the linen cocktail napkins are always freshly starched (though it does sound rather appealing).
What I am talking about are real places filled with real people enjoying really lovely surroundings that do not necessarily depend on bank balances or highly paid stylists. Stop the insanity! Stop the hatred! Stop the ugliness! Or just stop inviting me to your home.
