The 10th house

Starting from when I was a child, I’ve lived in nine different abodes.

Actually, make that 10.

The tenth place is my body. I may never own a house as important as the one I carry around every day. So I have to lift weights and do yoga in the morning (don’t laugh), try to eat properly and get enough sleep to keep the house from falling down. That’s the body.

What does the soul of the house need? That, ah that, is more complicated. The soul gets stirred by so much–the day’s events, friends near and far, love gained and love lost. What life can bring sometimes are storms–frightening in their ferocity, and it can bring days of azure blue skies, with a gentle caressing breeze. The task of the soul is to make sure the house can stand up to the storm, and drink in the sun once the clouds have passed.

The house called you is a fragile structure. Strong, but fragile. A paradox that should be kept close to heart…

“When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.” Peter Marshall


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