“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?
And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.”
― Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge
During the Holidays, like most of us do, I drift back to old memories of the Holidays when I was a child—some unpleasant, some good, and the Old home where I lived at the time. I decided to look up the old house. I went online to some real estate sites and typed in the address. What I found was a complete transformation of the old home.
Walls had been taken down and renovated to more spacious rooms. The kitchen was a total remodel! Gone were the wood floors, replaced now by shining tiles throughout the house. The trees too were all gone, except one oak that had grown into a large timber with acorn clusters hanging. ( I remembered that tree; my parents had staked it down the day Hurricane Carla was about to hit. As the wind force suddenly surged, my mother cut her ankle wide-open on one of the stakes. She had to drive herself to the emergency room to get stitches, while my father stayed home with us children. She got back just in time before the storm hit!)
After seeing how the old house had become the NEW, the OLD lifted from my shoulders. The feeling was like a bright white light, cleansing any negativity that harbored there...I knew I could drop the past that was still gasping to live there and soar. I let go to a Greater Freedom and Exciting New Year!
From the Little Shack: Happy New Year! and Hoping you soar to New Heights!