Monday, November 09, 2009

My house has a soul . . .


Today I was chatting up a very wise guy and I told him that I didn't like my house and he said, "And this is OK; this isn't yours and it doesn't feel like yours."

I told him that this house has a soul. He says he has felt it and asked me, "Does it like you?" I had never considered that. He told me that he feels a warm presence. He's been in when it is just cold and yet he feels warm. He suggested that I think about whether or not the soul of my rented home likes me and maybe we can warm up to each other.

I like it already.

3 comments:

Palm Springs Savant said...

I firmly believe in things like that. Light a white candle in it too.

Gledwood said...

Is all of it yours? Coming from a land of inhabited shoeboxes, that house seems absolutely enormous to me!

Tea N. Crumpet said...

Gled-- no, that house is one that I saw while I got lost looking for my dentists' office! Isn't it grand? If I loved there I would get an emporess complex!

My rented house is a larger than average shoe box, but with all of us shoes to live in it, it feels like a bird house!