Home

When I first bought my house and before I painted or added furniture, I had it feng shui'd by a professional.  When I was done decorating, it felt like sinking into a hot bath to walk in the front door.  Other sensitive people noticed how good it felt too. Now, 17 years later, I live with 3 adult "cave men," and a cat who could care less about how a home feels.  I've had to compromise my feng shui principles. But what I still cling to when it comes to home is: A place where we can sit around the dinner table and lose track of time talking about anything and everything. The space where I create art. It's where my cozy bed lives. And even though I live with "cave men" who don't care about feng shui, home is where they are, and therefore, home is love.