Thursday, May 14, 2015

House


Is that house in the picture above not a beautiful home? I always loved wrap around porches like that. This house happens to be in Brooklyn, though I'm sure people never imagine such houses there. What would it be like to look out from that turreted room and write and dream? Maybe I'd get lonely. I might miss the surging humanity of city life happening just outside my door. I don't actually have to go out and be in it. Just knowing I can do that at any moment is enough for me most days. I actually really like my house on those days, though it is only a modest fifth-floor apartment. But the windows are large and look out at trees. The light in my living room was beautiful this morning, and outside the window in front of my desk, branches in full leaf swayed almost poetically in a lazy breeze. The voices of little children from the nursery school downstairs floated up to me, and I could hear the faint noise of construction in a distant part of the building. I felt peacefully alone and gently accompanied at the same time. That's how it feels on a good day. Today was a good day.



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  1. There's a house in Tallahassee which could be that Brooklyn house's sister.
    I think I would love your home.

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    1. Ms Moon, and I would lose myself in your home, dreaming magical dreams.

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  2. The best home is to be at home in one's own skin. Lovely photo and I'm happy to have shared a small portion of your good day.

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    1. e, you are so right about that. i am still trying to master feeling at home in my skin. i am in awe of people who have achieved that.

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  3. I just read your last few posts all in a row and am astounded by your beautiful writing. I think to myself, where do you get more beautiful words when you are writing a book? But there you go, you love to write. Anyway, I love coming here and reading what you have to say and looking at your beautiful photos. The house is awesome and I always love the pictures of you and your family. You are a dear woman to me.

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    1. Sweet Jo, I am so glad you visit here. You are a very dear soul to me, too.

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  4. Oh, your room is so beautiful. You are right -- the light is gorgeous. I, too, loved living in the city, knowing that the sea of humanity was always all around me and open for me to slip into. I, too, lived on the fifth floor of a building on the west side, and there was a nursery school in the building across the courtyard whose children played all morning below me. I used to look down and see what they were wearing so I knew if it was freezing or only a bit chilly. I am so happy to think of those times -- thank you for sparking the memories!

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    1. Elizabeth, isn't it funny how some days we adore a room and other days it can feel like its closing in. Everything is filtered through inner consciousness. It's why I'm happy to have the sounds of the city coming in, reminding me I am not alone on the planet. You make LA living seem very romantic though. The beaches. The sunshine. The bougainvillea.

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  5. That is an amazing house, but I know what you mean about living in Manhattan and just being in the middle of it all -- even when you're indoors and by yourself. There's an energy that comes from that, isn't there?

    Even as a former New Yorker, that house surprises me! I don't remember seeing anything like that in Brooklyn!

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    1. Steve, I think those houses are way further out in Brooklyn. Then again, New York will surprise you with houses like that tucked away on a street around the corner from urban skyscrapers.

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  6. I admit that at first glance of that house I involuntarily said, "Damn!!" I love a big house...but your living room looks like heaven, too. xo

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    1. Chrissy, some days, my living room feels cosy and just right. The picture was one of those days. xo

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  7. I love your home! It's beautiful, welcoming and serene. When I was growing up in Brooklyn and Queens I would walk to school and pass houses much like the one above and imagine myself living inside one. I thought life would be perfect living inside such beauty. I still drool a little when I pass houses like that.

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    1. Yolie, funny how we look outside ourselves for the thing that will make life perfect when it actually lies inside us. still, soul searching inside such a house could be quite lovely!

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  8. I love those porches too! As does my mom. It's fun to daydream about living in different houses. They all have such different personalities, stories in the walls. As I'm sure your apartment does.
    I also love that about NYC - the ability to be alone, but not, to immerse yourself into so much life and observe. It's great for writers =) xoxo

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    1. Rachel, i agree with you, New York is a good city for writers. I imagine Paris is too! I want to try it some day.

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  9. I always wanted to see life from one of those tower rooms.

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    1. Kristin, one of these days we might do just that! xo

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  10. loving where you live is a blessing. It doesn't have to be a palace, just whatever makes you feel safe and content.

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    1. Lisa, safe and content. I am all about that these days. Nice to see you!

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