You
may see a house when you look at this painting. I wish you could see
what I see...feel what I feel may be a better phrase. Growing up here at
my grandparents shaped me. The love they showed me filled me up. The
two people who lived here worked harder than anybody I know. The
relationships of my cousins and friends shaped me and my perspective and
still counsels me today when troubles arise. The
feeling of knowing I mattered and my needs were met physically and
spiritually. Yeah..I really wish you could feel what I feel when I walk
through that door in my minds eyes...home. They’ve been gone a long
time. The house has been gone a long time. I get homesick a lot of
days. When troubles weigh me down I go back to this house on the corner
and “visit” a while. This hangs in mom’s room at the lodge. Nice to “visit” today ! Have a good one!
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