I think it is the Soul of this Old House that holds the Secrets, the Stories. And they will never be told, just Felt. Feelings of Love, Sadness, Laughter. Oddly, I just got an idea from the book, 'Writing Down the Bones,' by Natalie Goldberg. The idea was to write about yourself as if you were a House. I immediately saw several houses; several stories. With each, as with your picture above, there was an overwhelming awareness that 'all things end.' I felt this fading away of life, joy, happiness, sadness, love, as I gazed over a quiet cemetery in our little town. One could ask the same questions of it as you ask about this old home. I was profoundly effected by the Stillness, and the Beauty before me, and the awareness that all had ended for those who had names on stones there. Stillness, Sunlight, the sound of birds in the trees, crickets in the grass, a car passing by. But I was also aware of a Loving Peaceful Knowing Spirit that hovered only slightly above and beyond the engraved stones and into the distance as far as I could see. Things DO end. And it is only the lonely Living who are left to wonder about what was..and what will be. And I remember the Love of that Spirit as It looked at me. Welcoming, Peace, Sunlight. Waiting.
What was your dream about? Read a suggestion that you re-enter your dream and continue walking through it until it 'ends.' Suppose to be revealing in some way.
Ssshhh...be quite...be still...listen...it is on the wind....
ReplyDeleteI think it is the Soul of this Old House that holds the Secrets, the Stories. And they will never be told, just Felt. Feelings of Love, Sadness, Laughter.
ReplyDeleteOddly, I just got an idea from the book, 'Writing Down the Bones,' by Natalie Goldberg. The idea was to write about yourself as if you were a House. I immediately saw several houses; several stories. With each, as with your picture above, there was an overwhelming awareness that 'all things end.' I felt this fading away of life, joy, happiness, sadness, love, as I gazed over a quiet cemetery in our little town. One could ask the same questions of it as you ask about this old home. I was profoundly effected by the Stillness, and the Beauty before me, and the awareness that all had ended for those who had names on stones there. Stillness, Sunlight, the sound of birds in the trees, crickets in the grass, a car passing by. But I was also aware of a Loving Peaceful Knowing Spirit that hovered only slightly above and beyond the engraved stones and into the distance as far as I could see. Things DO end. And it is only the lonely Living who are left to wonder about what was..and what will be. And I remember the Love of that Spirit as It looked at me. Welcoming, Peace, Sunlight. Waiting.
I used to have a recurring dream of an old abandoned house.
DeleteWhat was your dream about? Read a suggestion that you re-enter your dream and continue walking through it until it 'ends.' Suppose to be revealing in some way.
DeleteIronically it was about walking through the old house....
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