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.
You sound wonderfully relaxed. I am glad you are getting a chance to pause on this one.
ReplyDeletenice. a retreat. a safe place.
ReplyDeleteeveryone needs one of those. drink it in.
Wow, that sounds so amazing.
ReplyDeleteAaaaah, that relaxed ME!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
:)
that felt like melting.
ReplyDeleteI want to be there. Maybe when the dishes are done
ReplyDeleteRain, a fire, a cat at your feet, time and a perfect space for contemplation. What a lovely place to be.
ReplyDeleteSounds perfect!
ReplyDeletePeace,
~Chani