Serenity

serenity:
repose: a disposition free from stress or emotion
peace: the absence of mental stress or anxiety........

Contrary to popular belief I know a little bit about stress and how
it effects our lives. Granted I have odd ways of dealing with things
and I do sometimes put myself through what most see as unnecessary
pain because of the code I live by. Where some people run away I hold
fast for longer than most people can manage. I do what I do the best
I know how. And I learn a lot along the way. Even when I fall down.

It does take a lot to knock me on my ass and when it does happen you
can bet your last dollar that the situation is grim. I don't just
talk about things. For the most part I feel it and I live it. Then I
share it for better or worse. But there are times when I want to just
curl up in a corner somewhere and knit er something and let the rest
of the world just pass me by. Sometimes I have to step back, take a
good hard look in the mirror and ask myself just exactly what it is
that I have left in me. And sometimes I just need a hideaway.

I've kept that in mind while working on the new house. Before
anything was put into it we went through and smudged the house with
white sage. And that has been a common practice while working on
fixing it up. Cleans, charge, cleanse, shield, cleanse, charge,
shield. Over and over everyday, weaving an intricate spider web both
in and around the house until it is a solid dome of a thousand
enchantments, spells, and shielding. Walking through the front door
now feels like walking through a cleansing waterfall. Cool, clean,
and inviting. And once inside everything from the lighting to the
scents are set to a level of heaven.

It's a work in progress that would make Hestia, the Greek Goddess of
Hearth and Home, both proud and envious. And it really is the feel of
the place that changes a house to a home. And in order to change the
very air inside your house to the feeling not unlike that of a church
takes a lot of time and work. It's turning into a place where the
window panes blur time. Everything outside is moving much faster than
everything inside. It's so very quiet and you have the notion to just
set and think. It's a place to remember....or to forget.

The antiques and themes offer a scenes of old souls. Of immortality
and all that it brings with it. Both in opportunity and in aloneness.
Just on the edge of thought you somehow know that when all is said
and done, as the world around this place changes, this place....this
one small place, will forever be the same. It will always hold to
it's web. And it will always be a home.

It's the stage set of a hideaway. And I am working hard to make our
new home a completely different place from all the places the outside
world has to offer. It sets on the boundaries between one world and
another. Here dreams flow like the spring breeze. Rain falls from the
showers. Clocks tick tick tick in reverse while looking into the
magic mirrors. And here...in this place.....everything is happy, at
peace, and done.

At the end of the day when all the tasks have been accomplished, all
the bills paid, all the family tended to, and all the candles lit,
serenity comes.

However briefly.

Angel Snowden -2006