Reading your thoughts and what you’re doing is really a gift to me that other humans are all around me with beautiful thoughts, and concerns,and age and opinions, etc. etc. etc.
I’ve owned many homes around the country and here in Pennsylvania.
I rent now as I like you realize owning may not be a fit for me anymore. We get psyched up to believe that owning a home is so important.
I’m also in that place of age which being wondrous, is also a time to look at how I invest my dollars. The gift of having my place, my home is a gift in itself.
I always loved camping, and any space that I could create and make it a home.
thank you Kas for reading and letting me know how you have engage with "home" in your life. "owning a home" was so important to my parents and so was an inherent belief passed down to me. it is an ongoing invitation for me as, like you, i age and decide how i want to be with my community and land in my elder years.
What do i hear? Before school ended, and the light emerged earlier and earlier, so, too, did birdsong. A cacophony of "song" but likely a need announced: ma, I'm hungry! Where are you going?! When are you returning? Do you have breakfast? The persistent and attention seeking whistles could interrupt my slumber, but at some point, I realized the alaram bell was finite. Perhaps mama returned to break feast with her babies. Perhaps Sun rose a bit higher and her light no longer spotlighted the babes. I appreciated the rhythm, the window open to take in the cool morning air as well as the birdsong. Thank you, anne.
thank you Beth for sharing your experience of early morning “birdsong”. How it awakened you to your day. Your way of imagining the engagement between parent and hatchlings 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Love this post, especially.
Reading your thoughts and what you’re doing is really a gift to me that other humans are all around me with beautiful thoughts, and concerns,and age and opinions, etc. etc. etc.
I’ve owned many homes around the country and here in Pennsylvania.
I rent now as I like you realize owning may not be a fit for me anymore. We get psyched up to believe that owning a home is so important.
I’m also in that place of age which being wondrous, is also a time to look at how I invest my dollars. The gift of having my place, my home is a gift in itself.
I always loved camping, and any space that I could create and make it a home.
Much love to you!
thank you Kas for reading and letting me know how you have engage with "home" in your life. "owning a home" was so important to my parents and so was an inherent belief passed down to me. it is an ongoing invitation for me as, like you, i age and decide how i want to be with my community and land in my elder years.
take sweet care!
What do i hear? Before school ended, and the light emerged earlier and earlier, so, too, did birdsong. A cacophony of "song" but likely a need announced: ma, I'm hungry! Where are you going?! When are you returning? Do you have breakfast? The persistent and attention seeking whistles could interrupt my slumber, but at some point, I realized the alaram bell was finite. Perhaps mama returned to break feast with her babies. Perhaps Sun rose a bit higher and her light no longer spotlighted the babes. I appreciated the rhythm, the window open to take in the cool morning air as well as the birdsong. Thank you, anne.
thank you Beth for sharing your experience of early morning “birdsong”. How it awakened you to your day. Your way of imagining the engagement between parent and hatchlings 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡