House of Seven Windows

The "House of Seven Window's", is the name of my dwelling. My humble homey yet eccentric home.

My Bride and I are simple Folks. We have nothing to prove. We are Blessed with some pretty awesome neighbours. Most of which are considered friends. We have established our own little crime watch and have exchanged telephone numbers. We are the sixth home situated at the end of a cul-de-sac. This one block which consists of twelve homes and is multi-generational as well as a multi-ethnic community. A fine blend of good Folks.

Crystals are placed at each window. Some window ledges may have special stones or gems along with the crystal. See'er stones are randomly placed, as are clusters of amethyst.

On occasion, we have ceremony by burning white sage, pine, and other types of herbs. Today, I had ceremony of beating the drum. This in honor of someone I know who is having back surgery today. The anticipation I have in my heart is same as if this young man were Kinfolk. God, please Bless the hands of the doctors who will be cutting open this way cool fellow.

Alot of music is played in our home. A wide variety of sounds from so many different genre's. I have loved music since I was a child...many times in my youth, music was an escape from what I was living. When my grade five teacher introduced me to Beethoven, my life was changed forever and to this very day. Yes, I am a Ludwig Van Beethoven dweeb. I still cry when I listen to his Symphony #9, in D Minor, Op. 125. I've always felt as if he wrote his music with a certain people in mind. I am glad to be one of those certain people.

We have piece's of Native American, Indian art work. Most signed by the artist. My favorite artist is Donald Vann. His pieces portray Cherokee way of life back when life was Cherokee. Not assimilation. My art pieces of Dream Boxes and Dream Catchers are set randomly.

Our House of Seven Windows, is my Safe Place and is a sanctuary to all. Kinfolk, kindred, and the feathered and fury cousins who visit. No harm. This is a place of peace, for peace.

We have a large library of books. The majority are Indian and have become a part of our home. Most have been read and then some of these have been read more than once. These very books have often been companions for me over the past three or more years. How does one fall in love with a book? I don't know? Yet, I do and have...I reckon.

I leave this note now having said enough. There is nothing more for me to say but...

...peace, love and beauty be with all my Relations...