I have for many years accomplished my purpose. I sheltered and warmed those who loved me and those they let in I charmed. A compact and uncomplicated abode, I wabi-sabied those who knew me and those who dreamed of knowing me I also wabi-sabied now and zen. The hearth in the middle of me has always been the heart of me and all my dear hearts knew it. I have been painted five different colors and tails of rainbows have colored me with hues finer than any paint. Pink petals from two trees now gone scattered on the ground before me where stained leaves would later dry in the dying sun. Sunrises turned my windows into prisms that dazzled my walls inside. My walls showed many images of many years of the sweetest of faces. Traces of photo frames remain, along with secrets and scents and sentiments.
In the real estate listing I was described as an "Inner-city jewel box in need of some TLC." Whatever my needs may seem to be, giving TLC is my specialty. My next dear hearts will come to know it is my purpose.
MLydiaM ~ February 2011
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I am currently enjoying this book about Wabi-Sabi.
I liked this real estate article about "Jewel-box" houses