sorry, It's the real me. You know, WRITE TRUE….
Where I play. Where I sleep and dream. Where I keep the beauty I know of life.
Fiercely guarded. If you are to come into my home you must have pure energy and know yourself. You don't have to be perfect. Just trying to be true.
Where I create. Where I study. Sacred to my becoming. Where I work. Where I heal. Sacred to the becoming of others.
Quiet. No television. No constant music. Space for new thoughts. Sanctuary for old thoughts. Books are really my reason for having a house.
I believe in direct transmission and the mystery of the word. That humans can spin up out of time and space constraints right out of their words and give me direct knowledge. I have had scotch with Carl Jung, had dinner with Rumi and sat on the porch with Emily Dickinson. Walt Whitman can fill up my living room with joy.
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Font: 1942 report. I wrote the "please" myself.