Inhabiting New Spaces

One of our discoveries: the view from the terrace is reflected in the glass top of the kitchen table.

As the building work at Dixon Hill nears an end, new spaces are opening up.  Walls have come down, rooms shifted, nothing is quite the same.  We’re easing our way into these places, learning to inhabit them.  Beginning to paint fresh memories on blank canvas.  Starting to fill empty chambers with love and laughter and everything else that makes up life.

We’re not the only ones feeling our way into the altered landscape.  When I fold back the big glass door, butterflies flit in and out of the kitchen.  A small weasel flashes back and forth along the terrace, disappearing into the wall faster than I can blink.  My faithful robin now peers through a different window when he’s ready for his breakfast.  If I sit on the flat roof, a cloud of swallows whirls close round me, dipping and soaring and catching me up in its heady dart-and-dive dance.

We’re finding our way together.  Creatures and people.  Adapting.  Exploring.  Embracing.  Riding a see-saw of the familiar and unfamiliar.  Creating a new home among the bones of the old one.

Comments

[Audrey Miller]

Your kitchen sounds a wonderful place to be and with a view like that in your kitchen table who would want to be anywhere else. Bet you have had a different view today!!!!

[Dixon Hill Girl]

LOL! We certainly did. But it's cosy inside when the rain's sweeping down the valley. :)

[Tracy]

There is a magic when old and new merges together, isn't it? This was beautifully expressed, Helen. Very exciting the work is almost done. We're in the midst of a lot of painting & reno to our old place...it's taking much longer than expected, so I can empathize... LOL! Great to catch up with you! I've been offline a few days having some fun, just now surfacing! :o) Happy Weekend ((HUGS))