I have been organizing the studio
here at the fixer upper, and it has been
necessary to let go of more belongings
which don’t fit in this smaller home.
Letting go endures as an important theme
for me, and today I have been thinking
about the prior home we designed and let go.
It was charming and elegant
with pretty architectural elements and so much peace.
It shone with abundant natural light,
making for great photos with no editing required.
I miss walking 8-10 miles daily with my sister here.
I miss kind neighbors who tolerated lots of
cars parked by teen fixtures at our place.
I even kind of miss the two years of emo band
practice in the basement almost every day after school.
Letting go has been healthy, though not easy.
I am so grateful to my family, all of whom made
sacrifices with the move.
I like the idea of a house becoming a cure.
I like the idea of letting go of a house as a cure more.
It certainly wasn’t a perfect house.
But it was where the boys became men.
Where I became a writer.
Where Bella Luna was in her prime.
Still struggling some days to let her go.
Our tale is enfolding,
It is a love story, not without drama,
with a more imperfect house.
And you and I both know how much
lovely exists in the imperfect!
Peace to you right where you are.