Dear Jami, your house looks amazing & also like that rosebush with its fearless, bright pink color. It made me think that maybe, if I were stuck waiting for a train to go by, worrying about being late or jabbing the radio into silence to put off knowing what's in the news, maybe, I would look out at a sort of miracle, a small, raspberry-…
Dear Jami, your house looks amazing & also like that rosebush with its fearless, bright pink color. It made me think that maybe, if I were stuck waiting for a train to go by, worrying about being late or jabbing the radio into silence to put off knowing what's in the news, maybe, I would look out at a sort of miracle, a small, raspberry-colored house right there, & let go. & then, if I were lucky, I might see a little black & white dog, too, & my morning would, for a moment, be complete.
A little ways off in the distance, I've been thinking about these recurring dreams I have about houses/apartments, not places I've actually lived, but that keep coming back to me in the middle of the night, as real as if I had, & I think maybe there's an essay or a story waiting to be awakened--ha, if it were that easy!
So that's by way of saying, funny, your lovely piece about color, houses, food & community--& yes, mortgages--not only moved me, but may also have moved me down the road towards something I want to write about. Thanks for this interlude at 3:57 am & I'll see you here again at this time soon.
Dear Jami, your house looks amazing & also like that rosebush with its fearless, bright pink color. It made me think that maybe, if I were stuck waiting for a train to go by, worrying about being late or jabbing the radio into silence to put off knowing what's in the news, maybe, I would look out at a sort of miracle, a small, raspberry-colored house right there, & let go. & then, if I were lucky, I might see a little black & white dog, too, & my morning would, for a moment, be complete.
A little ways off in the distance, I've been thinking about these recurring dreams I have about houses/apartments, not places I've actually lived, but that keep coming back to me in the middle of the night, as real as if I had, & I think maybe there's an essay or a story waiting to be awakened--ha, if it were that easy!
So that's by way of saying, funny, your lovely piece about color, houses, food & community--& yes, mortgages--not only moved me, but may also have moved me down the road towards something I want to write about. Thanks for this interlude at 3:57 am & I'll see you here again at this time soon.