les journaux intimes rouges de maison (14)

les journaux intimes rouges de maison

(the red house diaries)

May 21, 2013

Fourteen..

You’re never too old for an “ah-ha” moment.

As a matter of fact, I think they get better after your 40’s. Maybe it’s because you’re past the age where you think you know it all, but haven’t gotten to the age yet where you’re convinced that you (and everyone else) know nothing.

It’s a very small window.

The best of these moments usually occur while I’m hip deep in conversation with Mr. Wilson. One of the nicest aspects of our relationship is that we frequently find ourselves learning from each other. Early Saturday morning, we found ourselves having such a moment, completely out of the blue…it was so random that I don’t even remember what started it- but I know where it finished, and that’s the important part.

J.C. is not my first marriage, and certainly he is not my first relationship, and I am not his, either. There were relationships that were short-lived, friendships, marriages, business arrangements, etc. I have wondered sometimes WHAT IS IT that’s so special about the two of us, together. Even in a room full of people, it’s still just the two of us. People ask us often “what’s your secret?” or “how’d you get so happy?”  And you know what? The defining quality that stands out as far as my relationship with J.C. is concerned is that we are the people MOST LIKE US.

Huh?

That’s right- no hearts and flowers, girls…no swooning romantic interlude, no violins. Is it really that simple? What about all the “soul mate” hype? What about “made for each other”? The stuff they write poems about? Nope. Just a simple fact. Opposites don’t attract, after all.  We realized that the reason we’re perfect for each other is that we’re so much alike…and in the areas that we’re not, we’re just not. Not even close, really; but looking at the big picture, it’s still not much of a separation because we’re SO CLOSE in other ways. We are, in essence, almost the same person.

I think I just learned the “soul mate” secret. It’s not all hearts and flowers, love songs, and passionate kisses. While yes, we have all that too, that’s just part of the fallout. What we really have, is ourselves.

Admit it- y’all are digesting that still, aren’t you? And some of you aren’t going to understand. And some of you will vehemently disagree with me. That’s ok.

Honestly- we laughed. The best part of that epiphany was the fact that immediately following that knowledge was the realization that there’s just no more past relationship angst…of any kind, for any past relationships. None of them were “bad”, or “wrong”. There was a distinct reason they didn’t last.

They all simply fell short of what we have now.

That “ah-ha” moment literally stopped me in my tracks, and I’ll never be able to look at past relationships from a judgmental/blame game perspective again.

I love the red house. There is so much to learn here. As I’ve said before, this place amplifies energy, and experiences. It AWAKENS, in every sense of the word.

And that Witchez, is priceless.

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les journaux intimes rouges de maison (13)

les journaux intimes rouges de maison

 

(the red house diaries)

May 15, 2013

Thirteen

I think I need a “dirty girl” day.

You ain’t ready.

 Sometimes it’s so soothing to put on some torn jeans, an old T-Shirt, and dirty your hands in your garden. It’s good for the soul to talk with the worms and bugs and birds, and there’s not a thing wrong with the sweat of a little hard labor. 

Of course, I don’t mind the ice cold beer too much that comes afterward, either.

It’s not even summer yet and I find that I am already running behind. I’m starting to decline a few of the commitment opportunities that we are constantly bombarded with, and keep the bulk of our outings here, within our county. That’s where the need is greatest for Full Bowls and our services these days, so while we’ve been out and about, but it’s been mostly local. I’ll also be spending most of the summer right in my own back yard, at least until September. Except for the occasional Harley day trip, I’m pretty ok with the quiet, small town life

I think I see a hammock in my crystal ball.

Time runs a little differently at the red house; it goes much faster than when I’m out in the world at work…and if we’re home puttering around I simply never have enough time (or energy) for all the projects we have planned. Maybe that’s a good thing, though. It reminds J.C. and I of the fact that our time here together is limited, and we have much work to do together before we are finished.

Quite honestly, I don’t think we’ll ever be finished- especially where the red house is concerned. Who would want this to be over? Not me, certainly. I seem to have an endless supply of ideas for projects and every time I stop for a minute, my “wish list” is twice as big as the last time I checked it…but I’m trying to keep it reasonable. You know, wants vs. needs.

My personal theory on that is if I want it, I must need it, right?

*the red house news*

Savannah Paranormal Investigations returned to the red house for their second investigation, where they broadcast live. It was so fun to be able to watch the broadcast, even though I had to see it after it was recorded because we weren’t home. We’re waiting to see what is on the audio/visual after they review all the footage.

Starting June 1^st, you’ll be able to spend some time at the red house yourself…contact Savannah Paranormal Investigations if you wish to make a reservation. The cost is 15.00 per hour, with a minimum of three hours. The proceeds go to help defray the cost of our renovations- more to come.

Next weekend sees the second half of our kitchen demolition…and a window uncovered- let in the light!! I can’t wait to get all the dark paneling torn down, and the fresh paint on the walls AND the floor.  I’ve decided on a fresh butter yellow for the walls, and I’m still deciding on the floor color. I’m even thinking of refinishing the floor in the kitchen- without the paint. Currently the paint color is red- but it’s very old, and very dark. It looks more of a brown than a red…

It’s gotta go, Witchez.

**the red house is proud to announce that we’ll soon have a graduate in our midst-

CONGRATS JESS!!!

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les journaux intimes rouges de maison (12)

les journaux intimes rouges de maison

 

(the red house diaries)

May 08, 2013

Twelve..

 

Ahhh…my kingdom for a Panini.

That’s right- you ain’t ready.

The closer it gets to official summer, the less I want to cook- especially being in the red house and currently doing without central air. We have so many huge windows that we get a very nice cross breeze (gotta say the Colonel knew what he was doing when he built this one) so it’s not unbearable (yet) but still…who wants to slave over a stove on the weeknights anyway??

 

If you’ve been here with us at The Dinner Belle for very long then you know I am all about “drive thru alternatives” and also a huge fan of the Panini. They’re completely feasible, no matter what types of ingredients you might have in the refrigerator, they’re fairly straightforward or as intricate as you wish to make them, and aesthetically pleasing to boot! They just look like GOOD FOOD, you know? This version is more of a lunch or dinner entrée, all by itself. I did pair it with fresh fruit and baked green beans (because I LOVE THEM) for a healthy alternative to fries…and some homemade Sangria. Factor in that the guys are huge fans as well, that Seanie can even be coerced into one for dinner (minus the tomato slices), and they’re a win-win.

And happy, contented, and well fed guys are worth more than all the mozzarella in Italy, Witchez.

*the red house news*

Stay close for updates next week on Savannah Paranormal Investigations visit on Saturday, May 11^th…we’ve had another sighting in the wee hours of the night, so we’re REALLY hoping that the Spirits of the red house have something to tell Gordon, Dave, and Nick this weekend!

 

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les journaux intimes rouges de maison (11)

les journaux intimes rouges de maison

 

(the red house diaries)

April 30, 2013

Eleven.

 

It doesn’t get much more beautiful than Georgia in the spring.

But then, I am slightly prejudiced- especially now. I am blessed with the good fortune to have found a home in one of the loveliest towns I have ever seen. In fact, this entire county is beautiful.

Especially the roads “less travelled”.

JC and I are considering trading in our two wheels for four mud tires- for now, at least.  We NEED a bigger bike, and one made for riding long distances. Quite frankly, I’m not as sad as I thought I’d be- probably has something to do with the thrill of climbing a hill, and the fun to be had on a dirt road. (Was that really me that just said that?? WHO AM I?)

Our life is so amazing right now. The work we’ve chosen to do together, the people in our circle, the lives that we influence, and that in turn influence us. It’s a beautiful circle. And we are irrevocably committed to it, and to each other.

Have you ever looked at your life and been able to see the path laying out in front of you- and seen that it was completely logical, and that everything was starting to make sense; all the crowds you didn’t fit in with, those places that just weren’t quite “right” and all of the people you swept away from your days…just as easily as clearing out the trash. I’m not saying that I believe in destiny, but I do believe there are places our souls recognize, that we feel at home in. Places, and people, that promote positive changes.

I’d like to take a moment to utter a heartfelt “Thank you, Universe”. But I’ve been saying that frequently since coming home to the red house. Everything is MORE here.

I never envisioned this sort of completeness in my life. The red house has shown me (and continues to show me) that our history is not just in our bones and on our face…but our history is what WE say it is. We can change EVERYTHING with those magic words “I am”, “it is”, and “I will”. I haven’t lived in a “power place” since I left my mountain in West Virginia. How humbling it is to understand that there’s a greater plan, and all you had to do was not fight it, but just to decide what it is… In all honesty, I was never very good at that…I have a long history of wanting things my way, and banging my head against more than a few stone walls because I just didn’t understand my own power- the power we all have.  The only things that did for me was to build a wall around my heart- and give me a perpetual headache for a good many years. I guess some of us just take longer to “cook”.

There’s a big difference between “growing “, growing up”, and “growing older”, Witchez.

Amen.

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