The Dwelling Place
The sun’s rays caress my back with warmth through the tall window. Herbal tea swishes through my body, moving things along while providing essential minerals and vitamins necessary for proper function in a tired, physical body. Outside, a skinny squirrel skitters across the driveway, taking care to keep moving so as to avoid as much cold snow as possible. Perhaps the bony critter is short on food for this years hibernation, so today called for an immediate scavenge of the neighborhood cans and flower beds. Inside, kitties sprawl here and there, soaking in the comforts of home. Fuzzy blankets in conjunction with soft pillows create a welcoming bed for an early afternoon cat nap. Smiles wipe across my face. This spirit is beyond comfortable. Free to think, free to breathe. Free to relax and relish in the company of love. Able to reflect on experiences that were all part of the journey that eventually led to this moment in time.
The road led west, and west it was
I got the call for Les Mis, the biggest of all
Dropping all plans for fall, I heeded that call
The seeker inside just had to abide
Abide to the promise I held dear inside
“Creativity has no limits.” And this was my time
To trust all that was within, and give this new place a spin
I drove and drove, jammin to tunes
From CDs, to IPod, to harmonica too
The long road lay ahead, promising to embrace
To take my next chapter and shake it up good
North of the city, that was the spot
Where I landed, with faces familiar
Old friends from a previous chapter
A chapter that ended in glory, and splendor
The new show was astounding
One for the books, imprinted forever
The days became free, the nights a clutter
Seven show weeks, one after the other
Must learn. Must immerse
Into the earth, to finesse craft and skill
A friendly farm found me
And took me to new heights, far and wide
Pigs, goats, sheep,
chickens, geese, and rabbits too
Working hard I got dirty
and learned appreciation for all around
I made friends of great value
And daydreamed of all I’ve known
Till the time was here
The time to rest up, reconnect, and reminisce
Of the months just past.
The place to breathe was clear
None other than this house, oh so dear.
The fire is inside, the searching is over
You control your path, so get on your way
The means are readily available, the keys by your side
What’s the wait? Take the ride!
Home. A place of nesting. Where one connects to the roots of essence. Like a battery charging, the body soaks up energy from this place. One is reminded of the fire that is ever-present inside. There is a support system here, one that holds you in your sorrows and joins you in your laughs. You come as you are, and you leave a brightly shinning star. This safe place reminds you of who you are, that which is beautiful. Friends cross your mind, memories a plenty, and you grin, laughing at how many years passed since you first laid eyes on one another. Completely innocent and unafraid, you confided in each others company and planted that seed. With copious amounts of trust and confidence, the two of you spiraled into an endless adventure with surprises around every corner. The foundation was laid. Now for the ride of a lifetime. You jump in, thankful for this kindred spirit that recharges and thrives in the same place you both call home.
In this place, all is love. Tapestries, sketches, photographs, paintings, prints, feathers, and curtains dress up the walls with inspiring color and Bohemian flair. Plants, coats, boots, hats, sweaters, a hula hoop, yoga mats, a guitar, books, movies, paints, and rugs compliment the room with signs of life. The creators of this den dwell here too. Feminine beauties of grace and goodness. You’re sure to blink twice when in their presence, for you hope all is not a dream. Artists of science and sculpture, of coffee and cupcakes. Hair of shimmering gold thread and of gleaming onyx stone. The ladies greet others with a sense of community and oneness, encouraging all to lay down their load and join in on rejuvenating breaths of joy and gladness. A guest here is sure to wake up to the rings of a voice offering “Breakfast!” or “Need a ride?”Amidst these sirens of the noble sea, there is another. Our earth mother, living on the top floor, whose wit and uninhibited hippie soul always is ready to play along (“Go Figure”). One must be ready for anything when the earth mother comes around. You may fall into a jig of crazed dancing before even realizing your butt left the chair. Or a game of improv charades complete with a random, clearly phallic object, wondering who will throw in the first penis joke. “Sha-wing!” You’re bound to wet your pants while watering the plants, lose yourself in a story of the day, giggle while buttering corn bread muffins, and paint or pencil art to your heart’s content. Whatever the time, activity, mood, weather, company… you’re home. So rest up baby. Soak it up. The moment is precious, and this place astounds.
Groove baby groove,