Open all the windows and air out your soul!!!!

Yes--today has won the prize for the nicest weather that this year has seen thus far.It's cool and witchy--with a mild breeze.I have actually unplugged the allergy apparatus(a.k.a.wall unit)and cleared the hatches:):):) All of a sudden--life is noisier and a tad friskier.When you're used to the house being shut up all tight most of the year, it's always surprising how much life there is outside.Now I can hear the kids playing in the street, the cars passing by, and the churchbells around the corner.I can hear insects and the wind and people riding their bikes.I hear the neighbors out in their yard adjusting this or that and the sprinkler systems switching on.I hear the cats chasing lizards and the scuffles they get into with local alleycats.Wow--it's not just me on this little old street:):)I wish I lived in the days of long wrap around porches and friendly visits.People are so isolated nowadays.They live barracaded lives. "I choose to put this person close to me and no one else because you just can't trust people". "I don't have time for lots of friends". "I don't want to be bothered".People say these freakin' things to themselves all the day long.But we are really missing out.First off-a porch provides a place of meditation.To sit after a long day of work and just be.To LISTEN....to the noises of the evening.To have a nice cup of wild orange tea:) To pet the dog.To sway in the rocker.To snap peas:)And to talk to those you love about life and what you think of when you look at the stars. It's the good old country life. It's the stuff bluegrass dreams are made of. And it could be life in the present busy day too--if we carved a space for it in our lives--in our imaginations.If we would just allow our minds to downshift(even if only for a spell).This makes me think of an old saying I heard once:Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits. --unknown source--It's like taking a bath.One of my favorite things in the world to do.Nothing soothes me like a bath.To listen to the water pounding the porcelain--and forget yourself.To linger on each of your parts as you wash yourself clean--wash away the day.An arm..a hand..look down at the length of your body..the smoothness of your flesh and the sweet smell of your hair.Your toes all shriveled up.Rest your head back.Light a candle.Just be your body for a little while.If I ever have my own house.The two most fundamental features it will have will be--a porch, and a great tub.This is the basis of any great, comfortable pro-life home.And I don't mean pro-life in any abortion related kinda way:):) I've always been so fascinated with houses/homes.Whenever I'm driving down a street that is new to me...I always like to imagine who might live inside each house by looking at the outside of the house.But aren't houses like the cover of books??? You can't always tell what's on the inside by looking at the exterior(or the physical shape that the book is in).Only when you enter do you know.So it seems very crucial that we work towards breaking down barriers to trust.Because if we allow ourselves not solely to judge, but also to enter--we may be surprised, we WILL be surprised.People are good at keeping secrets.Like how interesting they are.They could be a good little worker bee all day long--appearing dull and sheeplike, but go into their houses and a different story may unfold.The quilts they are sewing...the books they are writing--the ways in which their little souls are about to explode but for that one hidden thing where their real passion lies.They have been taught over the years that this thing is not of as great of importance as making a living or appearing sociable.It is hidden in their house--a metaphor for their soul.Not everyone of course--there are many brave people out there who choose to put themselves outside of their comfort zone all the time.Those who are unafraid to be exposed and who are proud of the work they are doing.But we already see these people--it would be nice to awaken the hidden treasures too.I always look at the most run-down, dumpiest of places and think--I bet a genious lives in there.Something great is being created inside there.Because the truest art comes from searching, from challenge, from adversity, from the growth that arises only through imperfection--which is forced upon those who don't have as much materially as others.Someone who lives in a house like that might have to learn their lessons quicker and harder.Might not.So take your soulwork outside of your house and put it into your life where everyone can see it.Cause people aren't always willing to knock on your door and seek you out.People deserve to share these things with eachother.They are entitled to guilt free self-expression, solitude.....and companionship:):):).