Today's thought.............. (2)
I live in a 100 yr. old farmhouse haunted by friendly ghosts of four generations. My Ghosts.
There are 15 rooms.I use 4 and cobwebs collect in the others.
It would seem a stark and lonely place to a stranger.It is not.
There are echoes and whispers,especially late and night.They are familiar and welcome.
I never feel alone.
There are 15 rooms.I use 4 and cobwebs collect in the others.
It would seem a stark and lonely place to a stranger.It is not.
There are echoes and whispers,especially late and night.They are familiar and welcome.
I never feel alone.
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--Kenneth Grahame
When they moved into the house, the room at the top of the stairs was just a junk room. As the years passed, they slowly transformed the room into a guest room.
When they decided they needed another voice in the house, they transformed the room again. Out went the fold-out couch, in came a crib and rocking chair; off went the art gallery prints from the walls, up went Winnie-the-Pooh. It was no longer a guest room, but a place for the baby, a new - and permanent - member of the family.
We always have room for more in our lives. When we are ready for it, what we need for growth will emerge.
What do the rooms inside our homes and ourselves have to tell us about the way we live our lives?