MY HOUSE / YOUR HOUSE by Linda Mussmann Feb. 26, 2017
February 26th, 2017
In the meantime we watch things being dismantled. The house we used to live in is no longer a house with windows or doors.
We have had to give up some things to live here and the ways to get in and the ways to get out and the ways to see in and the ways to see out are no longer available as part of our lives.
We will have to look for alternatives and create another kind of house.
But what will that be?—while we give up some rights (to enter/exit/see in/ see out/) it is hard to know which way to turn our sights?
It is hard to build when things are falling apart so fast.
But this is the way that things happen sometimes — yes— things are not so neat and orderly like a bank statement or a list for a dinner party—no sometimes there is no rhyme or reason for things to happen.
When I was little a tornado took everything away–my family and I were thrust into the 20th century with a big twister—we left the 19th century in moments. Tears were shed and grief was part of growing up–but in the long run things were built—but there was a community to support this and a family that spanned the midwestern landscape—-government was not as helpful as the community to put things back together–now we have another community to build and in building that community we have to rebuild the house. How are we doing?