Ache for Home

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” - Maya Angelou

Whenever I dream of "home", it's the Wenonah house and all 4 of us are alive...

it's been forever

It has been forever and that is no joke ... every day I think to write or have something to write about, but I just don't get to it - between work online, rescue stuff, general browsing - I just don't get around to it. However today I am writing! I am writing because there is this bridge area on my way home that is right around the corner from my house (MY house!) - it is an overpass for this creek, marsh area (the ratio depending on the time of the day).

Well, on my way home today as I was starting to pass over the marsh, I saw a car pull over and I was drawn to how gorgeous the marsh was looking - everything was crisp and cold, the water was frozen and the sun was shining down on all of it - gorgeous! I looked to the right to take it in, then I looked to the left and as I was taking in the gorgeous view (all in a matter of seconds), I noticed this HUGE bald eagle sitting in the marsh by the water!

I threw on my blinker, pulled over on the overpass/bridge and looked around for somewhere to turn around or more of a shoulder - I mean, I was on a shoulder, but there is a bigger space before & after the bridge. I figured I was good where I was and look over to watch this beautiful beast of a bird as it was just starting to fly. It was so amazing! The white tail was spread out, the giant, dark wings were spread and soaring ... I watched for awhile, standing out in the cold on the side of the road as the bird circled and circled higher and wider around the marsh.

I don't think it was any more than 5 minutes or so, but it was amazing to watch - absolutely incredible!! And right around the corner from our home.

dream*

I had a dream last night...

In my dream, my dad and I were in the Wenonah house.

We were standing in the living room area, dad was leaning over, hands on the back of a sofa, and we were discussing where we had furniture around the living room and comparing the stuff we had to the crap the family that lived there had around it now.

I then asked my dad if we were doing a walk through (it was for sale) or if we were breaking and entering and he did that laugh where the skin around his eyes crinkled. With that, I was sure we were breaking and entering :)

And then he pushed off the back of the sofa, stood up crossing his arms and he looked right at me and said, "I bought it. It's yours."

My first reactio? Looking out the windows out to the backyard just like we left it (a big, green yard with the gardens and the thread-leaf maple, the gate leading to to the Sprigman's yard and my cousin's old backyard just beyond), my first reaction was: "I can't have sheep here!"

And then all these thoughts were running through my head "I wonder if I can get away with a couple hens? ... Who turns down a free house? ... Oh my gosh, it's mine! It's mine again!" as I ran from room to room, up the steps, into the walk-in closet in the master bedroom.

Needless to say, I woke up in this sorry excuse of a roof over our heads (a roof which, coincidentally, was leaking all night long in the kitchen) and realized that none of that was true and that it couldn't/wouldn't become a reality because my dad was dead. Ugh... So I'll wear some feathers (shirt, earrings), try to feel him with me all the same and try not to cry thinking about that dream all day.

* - updated from the original post of: I had a dream last night that my dad and I were in the Wenonah house and we were discussing where we had furniture around the living room and comparing the stuff we had to the crap the family that lived there had. I then asked my dad if we were doing a walk through (it was for sale) or if we were breaking and entering and he did that laugh where the skin around his eyes crinkled. So, then I was sure we were breaking and entering :) And he looked right at me and said, "I bought it. It's yours."

My first reaction? Looking out the windows out back to the big yard: "I can't have a sheep here!"

And then all these thoughts were running through my head "I wonder if I can get away with a couple hens? ... Who turns down a free house? ... Oh my gosh, it's mine! It's mine again!" as I ran from room to room.

I'll post more later (need to run to work), but needless to say, I woke up and realized it wasn't true and that it couldn't/wouldn't be because my dad was dead. Ugh... So I'll wear some feathers (shirt, earrings), try to feel him with me all the same and try not to cry thinking about that all dream all day.

Wednesday Want

I want this room:

I like the books and window. I think this would make an excellent writing room.

Website Want Wednesday

Oh, I want, I want, I want... a barn like this in the backyard : (lake included, of course)

And prepare yourself for a double want this Wednesday because with the above, I also want: This would be a room in the barn, of course - like a cool guest room/space.

Wouldn't that be awesome?!

Want, want, want :)

Website Want Wednesday

I want this to be my future backyard. Come on, the trees, the hammock, the coloring, the birdhouse...

Oh yea! I want!