There's something so nourishing about your weeknotes, I love reading them and following the trail of links.
I'm away from home today and when I get back I'll definitely ask it what its name is. In my memory it's the house of light-through-trees. We're on the sunny side of the valley and surrounded by trees. Some places feel right in the darkness but our home is definitely more "itself" by day.
The first thing I really noticed about the house we moved into was the gigantic oak trees in front of it. Stumps of two more are in the back. House Under Oak Trees is the name I get after asking it and considering this for the last two nights. “Brian” came up as a response as well. The Architects House was another. One day a stranger and his girlfriend walked up to the house while we were outside playing in the yard and said that he used to live here. He asked if he could go inside- I felt his presence and embraced the unique moment and let them in. He told me a couple of things, that the house was the architects house of the series of mid-40’s cape style houses also in the culdesac. He also pointed to a section of the wall on the staircase and said a ghost was buried there. His toy ghost...got me thinking nonetheless más I’ve felt the real ghost here and have acknowledged it as well, as a visitor of its house.
I had a feeling you’re nearish to us and would love to meet up in or around Poughkeepsie. Was at CoSM a few months ago. I grew up in Ossining so I know the area well. Find the others? Cheers!
My apartment is called the Prayer Loft. Normies make comments like "it feels really intense" and "wow, it smells really nice in here."
There's something so nourishing about your weeknotes, I love reading them and following the trail of links.
I'm away from home today and when I get back I'll definitely ask it what its name is. In my memory it's the house of light-through-trees. We're on the sunny side of the valley and surrounded by trees. Some places feel right in the darkness but our home is definitely more "itself" by day.
The first thing I really noticed about the house we moved into was the gigantic oak trees in front of it. Stumps of two more are in the back. House Under Oak Trees is the name I get after asking it and considering this for the last two nights. “Brian” came up as a response as well. The Architects House was another. One day a stranger and his girlfriend walked up to the house while we were outside playing in the yard and said that he used to live here. He asked if he could go inside- I felt his presence and embraced the unique moment and let them in. He told me a couple of things, that the house was the architects house of the series of mid-40’s cape style houses also in the culdesac. He also pointed to a section of the wall on the staircase and said a ghost was buried there. His toy ghost...got me thinking nonetheless más I’ve felt the real ghost here and have acknowledged it as well, as a visitor of its house.
I had a feeling you’re nearish to us and would love to meet up in or around Poughkeepsie. Was at CoSM a few months ago. I grew up in Ossining so I know the area well. Find the others? Cheers!