asymmetrical houses. they are lovely really. Most houses have the door in the middle and are pretty similar on opposing sides of the door. Some have a chimeny in the middle and then a window on one side and a door on the other for balance. Not so with the house across the street from mine. I think i really am a fan of this style. Not to say all others are bad, my own house is very symmetrical and i like him quite a bit, but just a thought. Be on the look out for asymmetrical houses.
I really like the squirrels here. They are much redder than ours from home. Perhaps thats why ours were called gray squirrels. Anyways they are very friendly. I often leave my front door wide open during the day. One afternoon as I was walking from the kitchen to my bed room I noticed a darling little fellow on my threshold. He seemed to be intently trying to determine if he should come in or stay out. I took it upon myself to instruct him in the second of his options. As I walked towards him saying, "this isn't really your kind of house lil buddy" he cocked his head to the side almost listening to me and after remaining a while slowly walked off. Hes been back since (perhaps I need to start using the screen door) and i hope to feed him when the ground is frozen and he has a hard time finding his nuts. On campus the lil guys often stop right in front of me, stand on their haunches with a nut in their mouth and just sit there. I usually have to walk around them. It makes me laugh out loud. I love how such little things can bring such joy to life.
Not quite on such a cheerful side (not even one that you really want to illustrate with a picture) I've been thinking about human nature. It is interesting to me, that when i think i have done something that could in no way hurt someone, I am wrong. When I think I am in the clear-- even then i can cause hurt. Obviously, there are times when I choose to cause hurt and am intentionally harsh--I understand when those actions cause pain. But its truely eye opening when I think I am being kind and that causes suffering too. Ever since I was 11 I have believed very personally that humans (that means me too) are broken even though I'd felt it long before that, I think that was the first time I understood it. My whole belief system is founded on this fact. And yet I am still surprised by how devasted we truely are. I am glad we have a savior that will one day kiss every wound we ever got and every one we ever gave. I am glad he teaches us and enables us to heal now and to grow to love more and harm less, but i can't wait til he makes it to where we are like new, without even the scars from our healed bo-bos.
I found this when i was looking up how to spell squirrels. Sort of ties two posts together and also hits on how we are just broken people running around breaking people. Just turn the animals into people and the light sabers into words.
