Home Is Where the Spirit Is
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom .
My home is sacred, a symbol of my relationship with Deity. And I don’t really care if anyone else thinks so, but it’s my temple and a reflection of all who live and love and sleep within its walls.
I don’t defend what’s in my house. And I won’t defend it. I never even considered that I’d be expected to until something Aislinn mentioned to me a few days ago. I found it both amusing and enlightening.
She tells me her dad’s mother and her dad had made derogatory comments about how I’ve decorated, even though my ex-mother-in-law has not been in my house in…what?…a year and a half? Two years? Longer? Back when it looked much different. My ex has been inside my front door only once this calendar year that I can remember, and then uninvited and for less than 30 seconds. That’s rather observant for such a narrow visit, not to mention visibility.
But then, maybe they’re psychic.
(Oh, wait…my Wiccan religion, according to what they’ve told my mother, scandalously believes in seeing things in the future and how crazy is that? After all, the Bible is true and…hmmm, isn’t the Book of Revelation—and others—about, er, prophecy? Maybe if they attended church, they’d know more about their own religion, including Jesus’ own predictions. But then, knowing your subject would take all the fun out of putting down someone else’s beliefs.)
But let’s pretend they have the gift of sight. Let’s say they can see the crosses on the wall of the dining room or Chinese paintings in the hallway for Tranquility and Prosperity or the antique thistle church rail imported from Scotland or the framed Sanskrit Proverb over the statue of an angel or the display of wands on the foyers wall or the framed cross on the wall and the calligraphy that says:
All right. Yay, Matthew!
But let’s say they can see it all. So what? Why do they care?
“Look at my walls and tell me what religion I am,” asked my former mother-in-law, according to Aislinn.
“Um, pure white?” she tells me she responded.
The point was, a guest in her home couldn’t tell her religion by what she kept on her walls and in her house.
The comment made me think, then it made me laugh. It was almost as if keeping her home devoid of any obvious spirituality was a good and appropriate thing. I’d never once considered that point of view. Ever.
The sacred spaces I’ve created are not for outsiders, house guests, repairmen, and least of all my ex and his family. They’re for me. My home is a reflection of me from the inside out, not the other way around. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It made me realize that I love the fact that I’ve decorated my house in eclectic spirituality. I love how my spirituality in all its facets is represented throughout my home and I hope I represent it as well through the way I live.