To Build a Home

Love, love, love when my home contains a fire in the fireplace

I went to a Feng Shui workshop recently, and the leader said that the basement represents our subconscious. She told a story about a woman who paid her husband to go in the basement.  I realized that I had been afraid to go in the basement for the past few years, and relied on my man and my kids to go instead of me as much as I possibly could.

I'm going to overcome this fear. I'm going to wade into my subconscious.

And like The Cinematic Orchestra, I'm going to (re)build a home in more ways than one:

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
'Cause, I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And, I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

Not just yet. It's still time to work on truly living...

To Build a Home

Today I got to do the work that I love - going to Breathe for Change schools to support the teachers and leaders who are implementing our program. (Speaking of, check out this awesome article about our progress!)

At the second meeting, the teacher played this beautiful song which I'd never heard before:

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

A friend took this gorgeous photo of the super moon last night!

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me...

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

I love that this song carries a similar message to the one from the Super Moon last night: let the old stuff go!