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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Retreat

Her house is a retreat. A sanctuary. Built by an architecture professor who understood. Big spaces for sparks of movement. Small spaces for nesting and warmth. A house of alchemy. Huge panes frame the newly-green world. Ensconsed in rain. I melt into the house. Pillowed, wooden arms. I knit. The cats stretch toward the warm stove. I sleep. The dewy bunny sits in the kitchen. I rest my mind. Birds pause at the swaying feeder. And I allow. My body. Until night shade.

8 Comments:

Blogger QT said...

You sound wonderfully relaxed. I am glad you are getting a chance to pause on this one.

9:33 PM  
Blogger jen said...

nice. a retreat. a safe place.

everyone needs one of those. drink it in.

10:26 PM  
Blogger Gordo The Geek said...

Wow, that sounds so amazing.

12:10 AM  
Blogger St. Dickeybird said...

Aaaaah, that relaxed ME!
Cheers!
:)

7:35 AM  
Blogger Jasika said...

that felt like melting.

11:35 AM  
Blogger Citymouse said...

I want to be there. Maybe when the dishes are done

11:50 AM  
Blogger Maggie said...

Rain, a fire, a cat at your feet, time and a perfect space for contemplation. What a lovely place to be.

12:03 PM  
Blogger Thailand Gal said...

Sounds perfect!


Peace,

~Chani

1:58 PM  

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