Wednesday, April 08, 2009
For several reasons, into which, here, I will not go, I am letting slip from my fingers this fine farmhouse and her land and wishing well the hands into which it falls. But mostly for Dr. Gooch. My man should know that more room for bare feet in the grass has less value than more face to face with him. A too-long commute would tarnish an expansive view and original architecture won't hold sway when he's often far away. To signal my faith in his fight to provide with fervor, I will relinquish my soul's hold on this plot and make more room. More room for him to dream. My letting go grants permission to him for loosening the reigns of practicality he holds so tight in order to counter my head-in-the-clouds habit and keep all the pieces in place. Thank you for your sensitivity to my swoons. I will now shift focus--as soon as or after I take maybe just one more tiny little look.