We’re having an intimate relationship with ‘matter’.

It’s definitely a ‘hands on’ experience!

And being human the only way to enjoy it in the Universe…

Hallways to no where. Dead ends built inside the house. One wall was built on top of an electrical switch. They had cut out a square hole in the wall, so you could reach in and flip the switches. And under the house, no copper pipes, no plastic pipes, either for that matter. This houses’s plumbing was green rubber garden hoses.

Then there were the ‘rigs’ I think they’re called…needles and stuff for some type of drug use. I’m stupid in this area and prefer to remain so. The place had been abandoned for many years.

But this is funny…there are quite a few pictures of Curt Cobain in front of this house and on this property around town. This area is where he grew up. He didn’t ever live ‘here’ but was a frequent visitor apparently. But the house doesn’t look the same as it did when he was here.

I like this! I understand that: I need to feel places too.

I think I can answer all the comments at once…

How do I FEEL about selling it? I say ‘next year’ simply because I don’t like moving during the winter months, especially around the holidays.

As for the house itself, I FEEL nothing for it. It is my Husband’s project. HIS. That means I keep my hands off and my perspective to myself during its creative process. I support and encourage my husband’s creativity, unconditionally.

When the time comes and the ‘house’ is to be the last one we move into, to ‘stay’ there, then I’ll be consulted about what styles and colors I like. Until then, my husband’s honor and integrity requires he not build for others, what we could not stand living with and in, ourselves.

WE do not like it ‘here’.

So…, buying this place and restoring/remodeling it, was a business investment. It didn’t look like this when we started. 2-3 years ago, my son and I took on the project of cleaning up the ‘yard’. It was a pile of trash 8 feet tall, 30 feet wide and 50 feet long. We hauled 9 truckloads to a metal recycling center and another 12 truckloads to the ‘dump’.

And when we came here, my Husband knew nothing of carpentry but, he had seen this house and KNEW in his heart he could make it a home. So all that we see here, is a result of what he learned in a few short years. This husband of mine, this wonderful man who had never really believed in himself before. And now he does. Every single bit of the woodwork is SOLID wood and has been milled out of 2×4′s and 2×6′s. We couldn’t have afforded it if we didn’t make it ourselves.

Neighbors and friends have asked my Husband, “How can you think of selling this place after you’ve poured so much of yourself into it?” And the answer always is, “so we can go do it again.” For it’s the ‘pouring ourselves into it’ that is the Joy. My Husband says he doens’t mind selling this house because he knows he can built it again, anytime he pleases.

Our future is in movement. I know our ulitimate desire. I simply am unaware of how and when all the pieces will fall into place. We desire some where that’s warmer. My legs haven’t seen sunshine in over 6 years. I’m more a shorts and flip-flops type of person, then I am for wearing long underwear 9 months out of the year.

‘Where’ this place Is, I don’t really know right now. But I’m not ready to move right now, either, so I don’t need to know. I know I’ll know when the time comes, simply because ‘knowing where I’m moving to’, is one of the things I specified in my desire. I’m not going through ‘not knowing’ again. Did that already. Neither my Husband nor I feel up to doing it that way, again.

My Husband and I are artists. Creators in our own right. Our canvas simply keeps changing. We keep needing larger spaces to express ourselves in.

I guess I can say it all by saying I have no attachments to this house or property. What I FEEL, I feel towards my Husband, in recognition of the Creative Presence within him. All I did, was believe in that Presence within him, as I know that Presence within me.

I published an article today about how important it is to take care of yourself. My blog address is http://www.theloveyourselfcoach.blogspot.com. Would love to get your ideas. Helen