The House of Belonging-Question Two-Childhood Memories..

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When we remember our childhood, we remember, not events, or whole days, but fleeting, tiny moments that flicker through our senses like moments from our dreams...

We remember the scent of our mother leaning over us as she kissed us. We remember the leather of our parent's sofa sticking to our bare legs and the scratchy blanket we rubbed between our fingers as we fell asleep. We remember the heady smells of the roast dinner emanating from our Nanas kitchen and the pattern on the wall paper of our childhood bedroom. We remember all of this and somewhere deep inside us, these memories form the markers of what it means to be home...

These memories, these little moments from our dreams become sacred because they are what we know. They are the teeny ordinary things we had the time to notice as children: a time when our senses are most alive, eager for the detail inherent in everything that surround us, a time when it was all the ordinary things that mattered. The sacred ordinary...

I tell you all this because I want you to ask yourself if there is a house from your childhood that you go back to, and tonight I want you to remember what it was at that house that made it feel like home...

Was it the scent of lavender brushing against your legs as you walked up the path? The profusion of snuggly blankets on your Mothers couch? A colour, or fragrance that instantly takes you back?

Try to remember one thing: a scent, or a texture (nubbly chenille bedspread anyone?) that makes you smile and make a note to incorporate it in your home one way or another, so that even for the tiniest of moments, there is a place in your house that makes you feel truly, authentically home...

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