Today, as I'm going through the house discussing with my husband how we might use our space, I see so many things that I keep because of what they might become. Like the dried gourds on top of my bookcase, or a 1962 "Occupations" puzzle with great graphics. Then the poem by Emily Dickinson comes to mind...
I Dwell in PossibilityI dwell in Possibility --
A fairer House than Prose --
More numerous of Windows --
Superior -- for Doors --
Of Chambers as the Cedars --
Impregnable of Eye --
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky --
Of Visitors -- the fairest --
For Occupation -- This --
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise --
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