I Need You in My House (Cuz Youâ€™re My Home)
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Itâ€™s odd how houses show up in my meditations Â and dreams. Â Iâ€™ve been in other peopleâ€™s Â â€œhousesâ€ Â â€” meta- physical Â structures Â that represented Â how Â they Â present themselves to the outside world and what goes on deep inside.
Iâ€™ve been Â in my Â exâ€™s Â mansion, Â in The Â Treatâ€™s Â busy home office with the cottage on the water in back, in the house Â I Â grewÂ Â up Â inâ€”maybeÂ Â thatâ€™sÂ Â my metaphysical house? In general, these are houses that donâ€™t really exist except to represent the inner dimensions Â of Â the person who visits me in my dreams and meditations.
I canâ€™t recall any other metaphysical houses in particular except for Â a Â house belonging Â to a former friend of mine…one that creeped me out with its haunted spiraling staircases Â and Â the Â dank, Â open-windowed, Â hidden basement Â rooms Â where Â she Â hides Â her Â darkest Â secrets. Â Iâ€™ve been in that one once, with her dragging me inside. Definitely a nightmare.
But sometimes Â the Â houses Â arenâ€™t Â the Â metaphysical sort. Theyâ€™re like real structures, physical structures, even though I havenâ€™t been there yet.
Thereâ€™s one house in particular that shows up in many of my dreams. Iâ€™ve been to celebrations there where I was an honored guest and the local community knew me and I knew them and I was there with my girls and with my new…husband? Partner. Â Weâ€™ll Â keep it at that. The girls were older Â and independent. Â They Â usually Â are in these kinds of dreams.
But thatâ€™s the house from side and back. Iâ€™ve seen it from Â the Â front, Â at Â night, Â as Â my Â family Â drove Â up Â and walked inside. I was driving, the girls were with me, my partner Â beside Â me. Â I Â may Â have Â been Â pregnant Â in Â that dream. Either that or the sense of new beginnings. (Iâ€™m more inclined to think it was new beginnings, given the unlikelihood of my bearing any more children.)
And Iâ€™ve seen it in the late afternoon, early evening. Lots of glass Â windows overlooking Â patios and gardens, and a lake or…water Â that comes right up to the grass of the lawn. Â Flowers Â blooming. Â Candlelight Â on Â the Â patio. The girls in the house somewhere. My partner sitting with me on the patio as we watch the sunset and talk lovingly about projects Â weâ€™re working Â on Â together Â and Â share Â a genuine sense of companionship and home.
I like this house I keep seeing. I hope itâ€™s real.
Because for Â everyone Â in Â this Â house Â and Â around Â it, thereâ€™s a wonderful sense of coming home.