When Trish over at Soul Soup Sister wrote about her parents’ house and how peaceful it is and how it has an abundance of good energy and is a good place to just sit quietly, I could totally relate! I love my parents’ house for all the same reasons. When I ride my bike across a main thoroughfare into their neighborhood, I notice that I breathe out a big sigh. It’s a quieter, safer, and much less congested neighborhood. A much calmer atmosphere. We have a lovely little apartment of course — it’s a space of love and laughter, it has good energy, and it has lots of character and beautiful stained glass windows and vaulted ceilings. However the neighborhood is congested and noisy, we have people living below us, I feel disconnected from nature and the earth, and even if I did have my own yard, I wouldn’t feel totally safe and at ease sitting in it (the neighborhood being what it is). And when I don’t leave this place for days at a time — held prisoner by this illness — our sweet apartment begins to feel like my cell.
So it feels really good to go to their house…where my cat lives…where my gardens are….where the piano is…a house which is sometimes so quiet that my ears ring…which has a safe & private yard…and just be in peace. I feel extremely lucky to have their house as another option for days when I need to get outta here, or be outside, but don’t feel well enough to be out and about in the world. It feels like a healing respite. There’s lots of quietude and good energy.
I went over there Tuesday — my cat was the only one home. She took a nap in the sunshine on the warm straw in the garden while I puttered around and collected the last of the parsley, calendula, and queen anne’s lace seeds, and then had some tea. Later we took a nap, cuddled up together under a blanket on the couch. My cat is so great. We are so in tune with each other. She’s so good at quietly supporting… just being there. I was taking a nap, and every once in a while I’d open my eyes to see if she was sleeping too, but no… each time I’d open my eyes she’d be staring at me! Eventually, though, she did close her eyes and sleep too.
Here are some pictures from around my parents’ house:
Can you see the kitty rushing by? 🙂
I adore this painting my dad did for me, of an Australian Aboriginal man. My dad is amazing. I wish I had his talent~
My cat Liz, resting on the straw in my garden.
The front porch
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Your parents’ house DOES look like a lovely sanctuary. Thank goodness you have that nearby during this tough period. Blessings and love. <3<3
Love to you Lindsey.
I can feel the peace there too, what a lovely home.
Your dad certainly is an amazing artist, the painting is beautiful, as is gorgeous Liz.
Hoping this message finds you feeling well.
Much love.
So glad you have that respite!
What a gift!
Your cat seems amazing. The painting your dad did is so soulful.
Enjoyed this post.
I’m glad you appreciate your own space so well Lindsey, and that you also have the comforting retreat of your parent’s space, and their loving support, when you need it. I appreciate your appreciation!…your pictures are like visual blessings being counted. I count you as one of the my blessings and am envisioning healing energy in your every breath. Peace and healing to you.
You’re so wonderful Jane, thank you for this sweet comment. Much love to you! Hope you’re having a peaceful day today.
Love,
Lindsey