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I'll light the fire, you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.
Staring at the fire for hours and hours while I listen to you
Play your love songs all night long for me, only for me.
Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good.
Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the
Evening sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you.
Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard,
Now everything is easy cause of you, ooo, wah, la, la, la...
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3p_lF7EDy8
When things got tricky when I was growing up, I’d put on this Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young song and dream of a time when I wouldn’t have to deal with my family’s dysfunction. I’d picture myself putting flowers in a vase while my mate lit a fire in our house filled with golden light.
I listened to this forgotten song today and shed a tear for my lost (or misplaced) dream. I’ve tried to create this soft place- this home- with two very different men (and one woman) and the golden light stage has lasted various times but ultimately ended. I’ve had moments of the ease and tranquility of the song but I’ve wrestled my fair share of little demons, inside and outside of relationships. (I’ve also realized along the way that, given the choice, I’d replace the two cats with one dog.)
Perhaps I was always looking for home in someone else but now that I am on my own with my kids, the question is – am I making that home for them? That soft place to fall? I know I can use some work here. When my kids get defiant, I often get frustrated and angry when sometimes, all that is required is for me not to push back but to soften and let them know that they are loved through it all.
Today I set a new intention from an old dream: The spirit of “Our House” will be my theme song for my house with my kids and maybe one day a mate.
What do you want the feel of your home to be? If your house had a theme song, what would it be?
I'll light the fire, you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.
Staring at the fire for hours and hours while I listen to you
Play your love songs all night long for me, only for me.
Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good.
Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the
Evening sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you.
Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard,
Now everything is easy cause of you, ooo, wah, la, la, la...
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3p_lF7EDy8
When things got tricky when I was growing up, I’d put on this Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young song and dream of a time when I wouldn’t have to deal with my family’s dysfunction. I’d picture myself putting flowers in a vase while my mate lit a fire in our house filled with golden light.
I listened to this forgotten song today and shed a tear for my lost (or misplaced) dream. I’ve tried to create this soft place- this home- with two very different men (and one woman) and the golden light stage has lasted various times but ultimately ended. I’ve had moments of the ease and tranquility of the song but I’ve wrestled my fair share of little demons, inside and outside of relationships. (I’ve also realized along the way that, given the choice, I’d replace the two cats with one dog.)
Perhaps I was always looking for home in someone else but now that I am on my own with my kids, the question is – am I making that home for them? That soft place to fall? I know I can use some work here. When my kids get defiant, I often get frustrated and angry when sometimes, all that is required is for me not to push back but to soften and let them know that they are loved through it all.
Today I set a new intention from an old dream: The spirit of “Our House” will be my theme song for my house with my kids and maybe one day a mate.
What do you want the feel of your home to be? If your house had a theme song, what would it be?
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