“Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.” – Khalil Gibran
I’ve been meditating on these words during this week of moving from one trailer (The Pilgrim) to another (The Rambler) – from one small space to a smaller one. I’ve been looking at my stuff a lot differently as I’ve been minimizing, making decisions on what I want/need with me and what I should put in storage. A lot is going to storage.
I’m writing this in our new living room.
Hi!
I am surrounded by the beings and things that are always part of my spaces.
My mother. My dogs. My vacuum (see it behind me in the above picture).
I have what I need to do business. Wifi. Technological devices. Pajamas/comfy clothes.
There’s music playing from the 1973 radio. I look up and see a favorite quote-picture: “Every little things is gonna be alright.” My soulmate-friend gave this to me at my 30th birthday party. There’s another quote-picture on the wall to my right: “Have I gone mad?” I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers but I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.” And another quote-picture hanging in the kitchen: “Oh darling, let’s be adventurers.” My mom has some of her meaningful art hanging: “Sing your song, dance your dance, tell your tale.”
There’s a bottle of home-brewed beer on the kitchen counter. It was also a gift at my 30th birthday party. The beer was victim to a raucous night of mosquito-killing in the Pilgrim, but I don’t keep it for the beer. It’s the handwritten message on the bottle that I keep.
There are the splashes of color you’ll see in future pictures. A lamp (currently our only source of light in the Rambler), our clock, kitchen appliances. Heaters. Books.
This is our Eyelid. Our mast. It cloaks our essentials, us, and it keeps us safe. Rain is currently pounding outside (it has been for about 24 hours), but we are dry.
Its space limitations dictate that this isn’t someplace to stay in long. Its doors are meant to be open. The energy that sleeps here is supposed to leave here. It should be released into the world. This is our refueling station. Our aircraft carrier. It’s a keeper of love and creativity. My muse.
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