View OF The Porch Im sitting in our darkening living room. Dark is coming swiftly these days. Its very, very quiet and I can hear so much of the undertrack/soundtrack of my home. The deep and mellow wind chimes on the front porch, bells tinkling from a front flower bed. The tick-tick of the kitchen clock. A few crickets outdoors. The dogs are sleeping in here near me. One is breathing heavily. One is snoring. The hateful cat is curled in my lap and alternates between purring and wiping his lips on my hand where I put a swipe of mint lip balm. Hes crazy about mint and hes a sweeter boy when its around him in some fashion. It was a nutty, crazy, patience-testing kind of day. Each hour felt like two and all I wanted to do was get home. This place soothes me, calms me, recharges me. These century old walls provide a safe haven from all that is confounding and vexing and shallow. This house, this porch, this yard all make me a better person--more tolerant, kinder, wiser. I do my best thinking and smoothing out of lifes wrinkles here. Its a safe haven. And now Ive just done something I was afraid I couldnt do--I wrote from INSIDE the house. All, and I mean all, of the views from the porch have been just that. From the porch. And so this house has just done something else, something new for me. Nice.
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 00:07:00 +0000
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