Every now and then I get the urge to re-arrange the furniture. Chairs, tables, lamps; everything gets shuffled about. In the re-arrangement there’s an unsettling that takes place that makes me think about our space and its contents differently. My perspective is shifted. I see things in a new light. My Mum used to say that thunder was Mary rearranging the furniture. To this day, I picture her pushing a large oak table across the room when I hear rumbles in the sky. Maybe that’s where my penchant for re-arranging comes from. My mum. She’s always moving things around. An old chair gets a fresh start by the window. A painting comes alive again in the guest loo. Somehow rearrange is an easier idea than change. It encourages us to work with what we have. Shift. Adjust. Re-distribute.