Abandoned Homes and Symbols Left Behind...

Part 2
I Recently explored an old abandoned house that in every early morning, as sunlight began to stream in through an eastern window, the light projected a geometrical likeness of the missing panes unto the far wall and one could observe that make slowly moving down that wall as the angle of the sun increased to higher than the window that contracts then eventually fades. One could sit there and experience the intensity of emotions; to contemplate the mystery, and sometimes, meanings of my experience.
This moving metaphor of life is an emotional experience. In an hour or so I could observe my beginning, my constant transition of form, always simple in its broad outlines yet full of complexities rich with ambiguities. and finally my fading into unbroken shadow, where all of us will eventually will fade into.
The west window, hours later,gathered the warm rays of the setting sun in a small room as it turned to gold.
In the shadows of the eastern part of the house, the interior was a dark grey then became radiant; could the real purpose of a window is to let light shine out...
These two windows, like eyes allows one to 'see' all the abandoned houses differently, to think of them not only as a symbol for the loss of self but also as a symbol for the giving up of self, by which I mean the gradual process of self acceptance. If we are lucky, well before we die we will have no secrets that cannot be shared at long last, no doors and windows that we are afraid to leave open to the world, and thus, no fear of living. Most will this 'journey' long and difficult, and our physical bodies, like the old towns along rarely used old roads, show some obvious signs of decay by the time we arrive...
Some, of course will never make this journey; those that feel angry about the symbols of abandoned homes; of families any suffering lost relics over the years; of things left behind during hard times. For whatever reasons, they are afraid or unable to admit ,even to themselves, the possible personal meanings of symbols for/ in or behind abandoned homes.
Reveries. Dreams. Figments of my imagination...And, therefore, more real than reality. Episodic snippets of exploring abandoned homes evoke bigger questions...how can we all participate more fully in the experiences of living? Collectively, the symbols left behind in or for abandoned homes repeat the symbolism of the morning light; the moving image of shade and form down the wall and across the floor; an overview of a chance to see myself from a place outside of myself and outside the normal constraints of time and space.
Whether I'm inside or outside. I want the doors and windows open .
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Very interesting reflections.

It comes to my memory the image of a man, with a couple of oxen, plowing in the desert.


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Katte i am not as articulate as you but i went on a visit to Lindisfarne island and the old stone remains of castle walls churches etc drew me.

Standing quietly i could almost feel so long ago the inhabitants, their quarrels their fights with the pics and scots and many more from long before.

It was a wonderful mixture churning around and low and behold young lovers had carved their names on the stone bringing me back to the here and now.

I went back home and wrote a poem about old stone and thier stories. thumbs up
Hello Redex
I had a somewhat similar experience in a 12th century cemetery in Germany beside an ancient castle, wherein a knight and his lady were buried both having died shortly after their reunion They were separated over 20 years he a knight at the Holy Land. Reading of their life carved on the tomb's stone for both, left me with a profound sense of joy and sadness' both did their duty to God and to each other and both were reunited with each other. I could easily imagine them, arm in arm there strolling still deeply in love and totally devoted to each other...the cemetery not so crowded, the flowers in bloom on a summer's day...truly a walk with love and death. The image was intense and remains so yet. Be open to the possible vibrations around homes, be they castles or just an old house and enjoy the sensations at what you may experience.wine
Katte i found my poem but could not put it here as i could not pull another picture down without new blog roll eyes

Your blog pulled that memory out, so i hunted my memory sticks for that poem, written many years ago. The castle is the Lindisfarne castle.

so i made a blog with my poem and picture
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