This is the little house in the field my brother built. He and his first wife were going to live here. The marriage dissolved before the house was finished and my brother abandoned it. That was maybe 30 years ago.
I've wanted to take some pictures of the insides, but the bushes were too thick around the house and I couldnt get close. Finally I saw a path to the window. The bushes are retracting with the winter cold.
I love it that a mirror is still hanging on the wall.
This was looking down at a chair. The stuffing is all pulled out. You can see the wood and metal frame. And now his second wife is gone.
Re: today. Thanks to all for the political reminders via blog posts. I am not a very political person (to echo Annie). So I have not paid much attention to all the hoopla. I do feel some tension and excitement today, I guess. Anticipation and curiosity to see how it all turns out.
On a more personal note, my brother is running to be a representative of this county at the NH State House. This is an unpaid, except for $100.00, job. He runs on the republican ticket. If he wins, he will have a lot of work ahead, driving one and a half hours to the state house when in session. If he loses ....who knows what he will choose to do .
So many choices in life. Some are easy to make, others not. I think schools should have classes about making choices. Lots of differing approaches. When I look back to the past the areas that cause me the most consternation are areas where I think I made poor choices. Yet they always seem reasonable and "right" at the time. I guess that's all one can do. Make the choice that calls you in the present moment. As Tolle says, none of us can know what the future will be.
My brother built his little house full of love and anticipation of creating a home with his first wife. And now, there the place stands, a ruin, a sadness, a reminder of how life will have its way with us. How all things rise and all things fall. How some things catch and grow and some things fade. The cycles of life.