Hestia is the Greek goddess of the home and architecture. She invites and receives all who come to her door. Her temperament is passive and non-confrontational. She was the oldest child of Cronos and Rhea and the first to be eaten by her father and the last to be delivered by her brother. Hearth is Latin for “focus”, and another translation of Hestia. Like a moth to a flame, fire is what keeps us centered. Her Roman counterpart was Vesta and she was the one who protected the home.
Venus, the goddess of love is also the lady of money. The passion of money is your self worth.
The word decorate means to embellish, beautify, honor. Do you think the cold white, and ice box looking buildings and apartments and homes of today, are any of these things?
What we live with, is where, with whom, when and what we brought into our home as an object of remembrance. Each individual has a memory that no one else can imagine. Does clutter matter? Dirt or decay does.
Design means to create a look that may or may not have a function. Today’s world seems to worship at this alter. By design we can illuminate or discriminate.
Is our mind cluttered with stuff we are ignoring? For some, like the minimalistic creators of design, the opinion is, empty spaces equate empty mind. Which is fashionable in a Zen sort of way. Tibetan Buddhism celebrates color and minute details. Many ascribe to the rule, clean up, before the maid comes. The main reason for this is, memory. How can you find something you did not put away? Often, what will spark the memory is a memento that reminds us of a certain special person, place or event.
Now the bones or structure of our safe haven are another matter and certainly nurturing and repairing are extremely important. The issue always becomes the trade-off of, the enormous effort to get the best deal. There is a price to pay to allow others to spend your money.
Do you think you are special? Are you a snob? Relationships form, from the need to explore imperfections. If we are all equal, how can we all be special?
Can we be addicted to information? To know something someone else doesn’t? Interpretation
is 90% of the equation. A fact can describe someone as dishonest, but does one immediately assume the truth as golden?