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Author: nik
Posted: 2007-10-22 12:14:53
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After arriving early for an appointment, I picked up a magazine and sat down to wait. The first article I turned to was about hospitality. It talked about how to create a “pleasing environment for all five senses.” Great concept. Great article. I devoured every paragraph.
Yes, yes ... I could see it so clearly in one of those little thought bubbles hovering over my head. Fresh flowers adorning my table, clean and natural upholstery providing lounging comfort, soft classical music soothing the most weary souls, the fragrant aroma of good food–perhaps something cinnamony–wafting its way through the house and greeting guests at the front door.
Then I thought of my own house. I swear I heard that mind bubble pop.
If you dropped by my house right now, your senses would encounter furniture that doesn't match the walls, scattered games and race cars and random pieces of some magnet game on the floor, piles of papers, books and catalogs on every table, the muffled sounds of a televised football game, the smell of ... nothing as far as I can tell, and two very loud voices disguised as Ninja Turtles.
Not exactly the environment suggested by that article. But it’s home. And as a mother of young kids, you’d understand, wouldn’t you?
First you'd get the obligatory, “Sorry about the mess” and give the countering, “Oh, don’t worry about it,” then I'd try to think of a snack to offer, clear off a couple of chairs, hush the kids with a DVD, and enjoy some adult conversation. And that would be hospitality, wouldn’t it?
The author of that Feng Shui, aromatherapy, everything-in-its-place article wasn’t writing for me — at least not at this stage of my life. For now, I’m going to refine my reading and find one of those articles that emphasizes the virtues of having good snack food on hand. The other senses will just have to wait. |
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