I've been ruminating on the houses that I have inhabited from my childhood until the present. They are in their own way the lived spaces of boxes and containers, vessels for our lives.
I only have on hand photographs of a few of them.
In my quiet early morning moments, I walk their dusty corridors, search their crowded closets, pace their time-worn floors.
What part of me remains in each of them--and what part of them still abides in me?
They provide opportunities for reverie.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. --Ralph Waldo Emerson
I only have on hand photographs of a few of them.
In my quiet early morning moments, I walk their dusty corridors, search their crowded closets, pace their time-worn floors.
What part of me remains in each of them--and what part of them still abides in me?They provide opportunities for reverie.
Hambidge
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