OK, serious, nothing flip;
Skyking’s post is so freaking right.
And sparked a couple thoughts
I learned a lot about myself these last few years
When building something, anything, one learns much about oneself
It’s a test of complacency
A definition of perfection
A discovery of completion
A separation from pride, simple happiness or dissatisfaction taking it’s place
A discovery of endurance
Endurance to fight thru or for those things
And, where I now live, it’s never ending
Material things?
I love them
But now, now they’re more basic, more hands on, tangible
Someone, in another forum, posed the question; ‘What is your definition of a cabin?’
My reply;
For me?
It's more than even Kinkade could replicate.
It's warmer than the warmest of wood stoves.
It has more charisma than the grandest of orators,
more appeal than the most opulent edifice built.
Yet it's simpler than the simplest of abodes.
It turns a mason jar into a drinking glass,
a tuna can into an ash tray,
a wooden apple box into a cabinet,
a burlap bag into a slip cover,
favorite old clothes into attire of choice,
a stranger into an acquaintance,
an acquaintance into a friend,
a wife into a mistress,
a life....into living.
And for me,
the bonus
it's now home.