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I AM HOMEby Judith Bakkensen After all these years of living in a blur of apartments, I finally have my own home. The walls, floors and ceilings are quiet. I do not feel alone, however, because my head is buzzing with the hundreds of tasks I want to do as soon as I get the key. Signing the papers were torture. Getting the key was the payoff. I've collected paint and wall paper and spent more money than I thought I could to create this dream of mine. In creating this dream, I am letting go of another. The traditional story of meeting "The Right Man", marrying, buying a house, having a family has dimmed for me. In my late thirties, I have to move on and create my own home. For years I have saved and waited. Now I am moving into my own home. I have three weeks to scrape, paint and move in. I have taken my first long vacation in years. I will immerse myself in my creation of home. Holding my key, I walk into each room. I carry a stick of burning sage in the other hand. Clearing the energy of this old house is filling my heart. Now I am finished and I know this home was truly mine. Already, before the new paint and moving in, it has become home. I see friends at the house blessing. I see lovers moving in the hall. I see nieces and nephews sitting in my living room. I see a place to display my art and my books. My spirit is at peace in this sanctuary, my home. Yeah for me! |
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