Except for Sneaky, my sister Gwendolyn's dog, I am alone here tonight and will be for the next few days. I don't think I can actually remember ever spending a night here entirely by myself. It is a feeling mixed with excitement and apprehension.
This place has incredible energy in it and the house is particularly charged. I can feel the presences of every person who ever entered and laughed and cried and was embraced by this home. I can hear the low crackling of the fire in the stove. It is flickering low now, consuming the last of the birch and white spruce I filled it with.
I feel secure here - not so much at peace [that would be boring] as simply at home. I belong here as does all of my family. With my grandchildren there have been five generations of my family in this house. My roots are here. I am home.
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