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this house is my container
Dear Diary, Can this been the same house that shook with energy as children ran circles from kitchen to dining to living rooms to back to kitchen. Can this be the same house where door bells rang steady somedays because there was a bustling studio in the back. Can this be the same house where eight pairs size 11 nikes littered the doorway and you had to climb over them to get in.
It is indeed. Houses are like that. They bend to the lives of the occupants. Our house is quieter now then it has been in years. I like it but there is a little melancholy . Â The usual ones…the children are growing…no one visits any more…I need to start inviting people for dinner..but then I go to the mat and confess to it and the feelings go away.
This quiet is somehow so much more acceptable then it would have been ten years ago. It is almost as if age prepares us for calm. Yet when I look at other people my age they still engage in a kind of frenzy, and they are just as happy. We think our own lives are the right way til we watch happy people all around us doing things their right way.
Stages. The house, the home, has stages. It’s full of life and then it’s quiet and peaceful, then you go out the door, just to town for the afternoon and it’s just an empty vessel waiting for your return. This house is a container for my life. Sometimes it over flows, sometimes it waits to be refilled.
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yes i am one of those people who really miss the ‘noise’
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Not unlike the ever changing tides these moments are, high and low stages of activity. A beautiful post Deanne.
You are so right…some people can’t embrace the quiet when it comes, and others of us thrive on it.
I love this posting Deanne. You encouraged me to focus on so many feelings. When I was working I longed for the time when I could sit in my house. Then when I retired, I was never home- one of those frenetic people you refer to. I need to sit with the quietness and that is an art. I did invite a friend for tea a few weeks ago and what a treasured two hours that was – the stillness of the house, the pot of tea, Christmas cake and the fireside chat on a gentle winter afternoon. The house just purred like a cat. Yesterday, on short notice I was asked to host a small group of Katimivik students to show them rug hooking. What a wonderful buzz of activity – sharing rug hooking, the house and each other!
what a lovely post.
A lovely & perfect description.