Journal Glimpses 03

Journal Entry - 11Mar11

Why does it feel like a new home is necessary for me to be who I want to be? I dream about sipping tea in my new cozy den. Having friends over for deep conversations and lighthearted laughter. Walking around my neighborhood and feeling part of the community. Can I not sip tea in the den I have? Invite friends over now? Walk around this neighborhood? 

I think the answer lies in the feeling. This house feels like a solitary house; a single person lives here. It's starting to feel less me, more sterile, uninviting. The house in my heart feels warm, welcoming, soothing, communal. 

This house shines.

The new house glows. 

It's hard to articulate the difference but it's there. And it's huge. 

Comments

[Mary]

Your journal entries put my journal entries to shame!! :)

[Debra]

I seriously doubt that, Mary. You're one of the best 'lay it on the line' writers I know. xo