Today I have been ripping out carpet. It's very therapeutic. And a very good workout, too. The pink Berber of our bedroom - installed by the folks that lived here before us - decidedly does NOT make my heart sing. But in ripping it out I've found something that does: wide-plank pine that with a little help will be stunning. So rather than slapping down new carpet as we first planned to do we will be sanding and refinishing it this week. Had I only known what treasures lay beneath the aged, pink eysore carpet!
My lesson in this:
Fear not what is underneath. For under the layers there lies the inspiration for a singing heart.
What is underneath your pink carpet today?
Under the layers of these hard, hard months, I am discovering surprises, too. Advent surprises. We are birthing new-ness into our home and our relationship. This dark season is fertile. And I will "fear not" as we peel back all that is, in order to see what will come next. Great image! And welcome wisdom. Thank you, Thank you! We love you so much. -HMO.
Posted by: Heather Michele | December 19, 2006 at 08:45 PM
I ripped up ugly old yellowish-green carpeting once and discovered those same hardwood floors and I was captivated. What a wonderful metaphor, I know there are many treasures hidden in my heart waiting to be birthed!
Posted by: Sacred Art of Living | December 19, 2006 at 10:22 PM
How old is that carpet? I just can't imagine Marcey w/ pink berber;) Love the mind pic you brought forth...that which is hidden lies in the dark, just beyond our reach, till we really want it, need it, and then birth it into the light. Thanks Trish, for your blessing tonight :D --K
Posted by: Karla MG | December 20, 2006 at 12:56 AM
Good Morning, Women.
HMO - how GOOD it is to find surprises! Bless you, bless you in your peeling back, your re-discovery of yourselves and one another, your advent-eyed watching for what comes next. You are amazing!
Christine - When I was refinishing similar floors in the sacred space where I sit with others in spiritual direction I felt like I was finding my way to the "first face" of the wood. It IS captivating!
Karla - The carpet is liekly around 15 years old. Maybe more. So nope, this is not Marcy's carpet, but the folks that lived here after he died. While working with the floors, Richard reminds me that mixed into that dust is probably some of Marcy's old skin and toenails. Ugh! :-)
(For those not familiar with my locally famous home, more on Mr. Marcy Alderson - eclectic antique collector, organist at the Lutheran Church across the street, and piano teacher extraordinare - and his crazy antics coming soon!)
Posted by: Story Midwife | December 20, 2006 at 08:05 AM
Trish, What a wonderful image, including the hard workout that is sometimes necessary to find the hidden treasure! I'm finding that under my "pink carpet" are words, and images, and a soul that literally wants to sing, and a deep level of trust.
Sand and refinish away! Carpentry work just before Christmas...hmmm...
Blessings, Cathleen
Posted by: cathleenmedina | December 20, 2006 at 09:55 AM
Sigh. I guess my disintigrating marriage is like the tearing up of the pink carpet. But I just can't see the lovely pine boards yet. Yet. I know I will... but. Sigh.
Thanks for the hopeful image, Trish.
Love, Erika Rae
Posted by: Erika Rae | December 21, 2006 at 07:33 PM
I recently pulled up the insane lime-green shag carpets in our farmhouse. Hmmmm... crumbling dryrot. LOL!
Posted by: Little Blue Petal | December 28, 2006 at 07:45 PM
this reminded me of a dream i had recently that involved the opposite picture you present. i was trying to cover up the (my) concrete foundation with carpet. i heard the message in the dream, and now again from you, that it is important to let what lies solidly underneath shine forth. it is part of our holy foundation and "inspiration for our singing hearts!"
thank you!
Posted by: lucy | December 28, 2006 at 09:02 PM