05 November 2006

bits n pieces #1


Sometimes a memory sneaks up on me and hugs me tightly. I smile and rest in the images that emerge. The teeny snug apartment, our last home in Denver, conjures up such a hodgepodge of pictures--the big mahogany bed that dominated the crowded living dining/sleeping space--our sheltering blue armchair and gold fabric rocking chair for nights of reading & relaxing--the regular escape to the efficient size kitchen, thankfully separating us from the smothering, licking labs due to the blessed dog gate. This cramped, stifling but homey space had us falling over each other daily--we five made the chosen space our home even though we seemed to move as one big blob in the tightness throughout all "our stuff". Grumpily getting dressed at 5am in the office/dressing room/closet/storage room, with the dogs dancing on my toes, reminds me to recall and to chuckle this downside of an otherwise cozy little apartment. Renaissance art prints, earthtone colors of walls and floors, three overspilling bookcases and the JoRai altar, all speak to the eclectic style and mood of the Jamenkiewicz HOME--a comforting pattern that tells a bit of who we are and our shared need to create a safe and sacred dwelling that we intentionally clain as our own.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are truly a poet Margie.
Love, Alice