08/26/2019
As I step into this place I see that the inside is all knotty pine, a deep cozy rich wood that has so many different tones and textures, and endless circles. I can almost feel the warm of this wood that came right from mother earth, it has it’s own purpose, to be strong and to hold the memories of this place. And in this room, it helps me to remember I am home, this wood is a soft warm brown tone but solid and never changing. Like home. Home is what this place is. My roots are here, and this wood with so many circles is part of them. This place, this room where I feel so connected to nature, I can hear the waves of Lake Michigan as they roll in to meet me, and I hear the wind blowing the grasses and the rustle of the trees outside, and soon there will be millions of stars lighting up the forever sky, and I am reminded of what I love, and I am reminded that I am loved. It’s almost sunset and from this room I cast my view across the water I can see the golden rays of light streaming down through clouds over the deep blue of the lake, the rays are brilliant, and starting to turn into pinks, reds, and purples ,and I’m stuck by the magnificence of them. I feel infinite in this room, just for a moment, and in contrast I am reminded of the lives this room has seen. As night closes in, I can see my children when they were young playing cards, playing monopoly, reading stories out loud. I see myself smiling as they are doing their version of “Disney Songs” for us, carefree and silly. We all feel carefree and silly. It’s a good feeling.