Ahh paradise…
This house, the crappiest looking one in our neighborhood in West Peoria, is the one the universe compelled me to leave three point two five years ago. It was quite a journey in terms of physical space (to Detroit then to the NYC area) but even more vast in terms of spiritual and emotional travels. I sit here amazed at how happy I am now with little more than a newer car than I had before, compared to how unsatisfied I was before I left.
The good thing about a house that is in the process of being rebuilt from the inside out, is all those potential finished spaces and the temporary messes along the way such as piles of charcoal dust on the fiberboard floor…
Like some fragment of a dream or half remembered memory, the remains of a mural I did before I left is still visible in a corner of the stairwell leading to the basement (the green paint on the white wall)…
and while we don’t have many of the interior walls finished yet this allows for precipitous thumb-tacking of inspirational artwork!
I haven’t slept so well in a long long time…
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September 22nd, 2008 at 11:28 am
Welcome back!
It just goes to show that perspective is all in the mind. We always have a choice about how we choose to perceive something!
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