A building that is built with a floor, walls – both interior & exterior, a roof, doors, windows, locks, fixtures & fittings can soon be seen to be a house. Surround it by lush green lawn, flower beds, a path & mail box & you will be sure it is a house. Or is it a home? What makes it into a home? Maybe the people that dwell therein – all with some kind of common purpose or name?
What of the building has no kitchen? No table, or place in which the people can gather to share food& experiences: opportunities & challenges; joys success & sorrows.
I found this confirming thought ‘A house is a structure but a home is the people who live in the house and make it a safe and pleasant place to be. You’ve heard quotes such as “Keep the home fires burning” (during the wars years) and the oldie but goodie “Home is where the heart is.” You can live in a beautiful home, but if you have no one to love and share it with, then it’s just a plain house no matter how fancy it is.’
places like homes can trigger self-reflection, thoughts about who one is or used to be or who one might become.
‘A house is made of walls and beams, a home is made of love and dreams’ and most of that making is done around the kitchen table or its equivalent in your home.
When you have a kitchen & the process of making food is underway then you have the genisis of a home. In no time the aroma will waft out the doors & windows and people will look up, sniff the air, stand up & walk. They will gather. There will be questions & lid lifting, there will be laughter & advice. Pretty soon patterned dishes will appear, memories will awaken & the house at number 34 will have begun to evolve into a home.
We cook through the week as we must. Food is fuel. Fuel is energy and during the week we need that. At the weekend food becomes love. An invitation…
do you agree?
soon I will invite you to my kitchen.