Our house is so pretty. You forget these things sometimes, or take them for granted I suppose. But when you return home after this long, you see things with fresh eyes.
I love how much green and turquoise there is in my house, a color I have liked for years. These colors are in the painted wood furniture, the pillows on the brown couch, the metal bed frame Gary and I picked out right after we were married, a ceramic lamp that hangs over our kitchen table. I love our original paintings - mostly brightly colored abstract pieces that adorn many rooms.
It's funny that we get attached to things, but I've missed my things, -- our silverware, the sheets, the French style chairs I picked up at a thrift shop, our bamboo and travertine bathroom.
I think the house is happy we are back.
Our tangerine tree is giving fruit, sweet like candy.
My tulsi plants are enormous. I still haven't checked the banana trees, today I am mostly unpacking, running on little sleep.
I sat to meditate tonight in my little corner, encouraged by the mere fact that in this house I have done most of my meditations, it is where I began the regular practice, and so it feels natural to re-enter my practice after a long dry spell.
Then I realized something:
Traveling is how you grow.
But home is where you remember who you are.
2 comments:
Have a beautiful Holiday week.
So beautiful! Welcome home, and thank you for taking us in to share it with you.
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