"If a house was a living organism, the kitchen table would be the heart."

Just had a wonderful evening of talking, joking, poetry recitals, just plain sharing and then came across this thread. There is no "If". A house lives. I know a few that are alive with happiness, music, children growing, people coming and going and living and dying. I know some that are dark with anger and frustration, no room for joy or friendship. It would take so little to brighten them - just an inviting cup of hot coffee or tea and a friendly chat.