So, I’m sitting in my kitchen.
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OK I’m back. So, I was sitting in my kitchen. What’s the big deal, right? Well, until today, my kitchen had just not had any chairs in it. There wasn’t really any reason to have chairs. There are many other rooms in the house, and places outside of the house, for people to sit. And yet, I felt like trying something new in the kitchen. So I put a little wheelie table between two chairs. And I sat in one of the chairs.
Probably sounds silly or trivial, but it felt like I was more fully inhabiting my house than I ever had. That’s a theme of this week in general, as I create the community art space in one of the big rooms. I’m sitting in all of the rooms and using them in the way that I mean for the community to use them.
It struck me that many of us might go through a lot of our lives without ever fully inhabiting even our own bodies, let alone our whole houses.
I might have other things to say about this but I’ll stop for now, and hope you can get a flavor by looking at the photos. There’s just something about a yellow kitchen that has a little nook with chairs. One wonders why I hadn’t thought of it before. But sometimes it takes a little bit of clearing out to generate something new coming in. Not that the chairs or the table were new, they were just in different rooms of the house being used in other ways. Oh, and all of them were old stuff: The rolling table from the curbside luck-tide; and the chairs came from my own childhood home and are full of memories. Cheery shiny red with checkered upholstery seats, they were part of our informal dinner-table setup.