I wanted to post a little bit about the lovely old house we've been living for a while, it gets really beautiful especially in the spring months when daffodils just pop up behind our backs and cats disappear for longer. We benefit from a close walk to the sea and even closer skip towards cliffs and hidden mines, but that's what you already know. We reside in tight relationship with fuzzy animals and never enter an empty house as there's always a distant slam of somebody closing the door or singing to themselves or simply answering the phone while swaying to the sound of music on the radio, but this is what I've told you already. Have I also mentioned the cosy, friendly, intimate atmosphere everyone makes effortlessly with just their simple presence? I suppose I have. But I haven't told you that chaos in our inner world doesn't reign any more while we're making progress into adult living on our own - we haven't got our own bed or our spoons but we have time to think, good vibes to soak up, friends to talk to.
In a cubicle of our yellow-wallpapered double room days aren't even measured by the clocks ticking (there aren't any). Future plans are shaping up among shelves upon shelves of books, spirits are raised by countless interruptions from animal world and even a sprinkle of dust here and there manages to escape our pedantic eye. We don't need enormous heart attacks we were used to in the past, unless it is the landscape or kindness of fellow lodgers causing them. Without looking crazy we claim our tiny territory with an attitude that nearly jumps off out of each photo. Whether having supper overlooking wild stony garden or sitting on really comfortable for more than two people couch in the TV room - time spent here is never wasted but measured by factors unknown before. I wish everyone has found their authentic place on earth which we are soo very close to finding...
Happy Friday the 13th!!
In a cubicle of our yellow-wallpapered double room days aren't even measured by the clocks ticking (there aren't any). Future plans are shaping up among shelves upon shelves of books, spirits are raised by countless interruptions from animal world and even a sprinkle of dust here and there manages to escape our pedantic eye. We don't need enormous heart attacks we were used to in the past, unless it is the landscape or kindness of fellow lodgers causing them. Without looking crazy we claim our tiny territory with an attitude that nearly jumps off out of each photo. Whether having supper overlooking wild stony garden or sitting on really comfortable for more than two people couch in the TV room - time spent here is never wasted but measured by factors unknown before. I wish everyone has found their authentic place on earth which we are soo very close to finding...
Happy Friday the 13th!!
