Falling in Love With Your Space
With Valentine’s Day having just passed, I’ve been reflecting on relationships—the ones that shape my life in both big and small ways. Some are easy to recognize. My relationship with my husband Philip, for example, is woven into our daily rituals: morning coffee, evening drinks, shared laughter, and the steady support we offer each other. These moments define our bond, and I cherish them deeply.
But there are other relationships we don’t often consider, like the ones we share with our homes and the spaces where we live and work. In many ways, my relationship with my space, my sanctuary, mirrors the one I share with Philip. My kitchen counter has witnessed countless espresso pulls and evening cocktail pours. My sofa has held me through moments of joy and sorrow. My bathtub and bed have provided sanctuary and comfort when I’ve needed it most. Over time, I’ve come to realize that my home isn’t just a place I live—it’s the physical embodiment of a relationship I value and depend on every day.
And like any meaningful relationship, it’s a two-way exchange.
I fill my spaces with objects that hold significance, layering them with stories and intention. In return, my home and my studio offer me a sense of grounding, warmth, and familiarity. The energy of the care I invest into my space is reflected back, shaping the way I feel and my overall sense of wellbeing when I am in it.
Considering our spaces in this way shifts how we perceive them and interact with them. It stirs up a feeling of reverence. And that changes everything.
Reverence.
It’s just one of my favorite words. It conjures up this wonderful sense of the sacred.
It’s a whole new way of thinking about our environments.
This understanding that our surroundings are not just backdrops, but rather active participants in ensuring our wellbeing is life changing.
Yes, floors get scuffed, dishes break, and mudrooms collect dirt. But when we see these moments through the lens of care rather than inconvenience, something changes. The act of sweeping up after a gathering becomes an extension of gratitude for the time shared. Repairing a beloved piece of china turns into an act of preservation as the plate is not just an object alone, but also the history it carries.
In the end, caring for our home is an act of caring for ourselves.
Even writing that gives me goosebumps. Do you see how magical this is?
When we treat our spaces with intention, respect and approach them with reverence, they return the favor, offering us sanctuary in a way that is both tangible and deeply felt.
I would love to hear how are you caring for and honoring your spaces. This perspective is so fresh and so powerful.
With love and gratitude,
Lisa