Thanksgiving morn. House full of sleepers.

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Quiet has many moods. When our sons are home, their energy is palpable. Even when they’re upstairs sleeping I can sense them, can feel the house filling with their presence, expanding like a sail billowed with air. I love the dawn stillness of a house full of sleepers, love knowing that within these walls our entire family is contained and safe, reunited, our stable four-sided shape resurrected.

~ Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment 


Notes: Photo: Mennyfox55

55 thoughts on “Thanksgiving morn. House full of sleepers.

  1. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family! We are all so blessed…I love how you have made Katrina Kenison’s passage and the solitary lite window image an Annual Post! Katrina Kenison’s words Murmur Love, Thankfulness and Contentment…/// It actually snowed and stuck here yesterday…then it warmed up and melted…the trees on the low mountain and the butte looked like a picture postcard…was an opportunity to Stop,Be Still, Draw Breath… in Awe at the Miracle of the early morning gift…Each Breath Is A Gift…

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  2. What a timely and beautiful, tranquil post. I never realised just HOW important your National Thanksgiving is. But I’ve read a lot and I understand. Although, we could be thankful for our beloved ones and all the good in our lives on a regular basis, couldn’t we?
    Have a blessed and wonderful Special Day with hopefully your family and children. Seems to be the whole point or isn’t it? And a special Thank You to you for always sending out so much joy, food-for-thought, fun, and great, great short texts.
    Sending a cold turkey and a hug

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  3. or this:
    Meaning and purpose come not from accomplishing great things in the world, but simply from loving those who are right in front of you, doing all you can with what you have, in the time you have, in the place where you are. (K. Kenison)

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      1. Yes, it’s on Flickr, and it was our tiny (but high) house in Lutry, at the shores of Lac Leman (Lake Geneva). We redid the top room completely with a en-suite bathroom and it was hell. Newspapers stuffed into holes of the outer wall and under the windows, plastered over, the papers dating from 1910+… and before I had all the work finished, we moved to France and the buyer enjoyed the labour and hard work.

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