I asked my father this evening, how was our house at the very beginning. You mean when we moved in the house he turned to me surprised by my question. Yes, when we first moved in, I answered. Well, and then he suddenly started to laugh. Instead of telling me how our house looked like when all 5 of us lived in one single room for a long time, he remembered this story. During the communism almost all working families had some savings. A decent salary couldn't be spent so easily as nowadays, so from time to time when your turn arrived on the waiting list for buying stuff, a new collection of furniture could be purchased. That is how we bought our sofa set. He was still giggling when he went on with the story, how our new sofa ended up on our neighbour's upper floor to be stored for a while and after returning home from a holiday, how we got them back shitted all over with chicken dirt. It turned out that the granny of the house kept the chickens on the empty upper floor of the building and she wasn't told about our new sofa purchase.
I could feel how this story was slowly melting my tension accumulated in the last few weeks. I've recently started with renovation work at my grandmother's old wooden house. As we begun to remove the plaster from the old walls, complete wall sections had to be removed of the rotten tree. The deeper we dug, the amounts of scaly wood increased. I was exasperated at the beginning. My frustration slowly grew stronger and stronger as I wasn't expecting to this. We always have the before plan in our mind, how things should look like and work out in the end. And then we enter the dark labyrinth of reality. Life simply shits on our construction plans. The more sophisticated our plan is, the more smelly is the leading road to it.
Change quickly is the only livable alternative. The quicker you are altering the plans, the better chances you run for not taking anything for granted. For letting in the light, where even the house, that often seems only a dead tool in our possession, becomes energetic again by the fresh rays of the rising sun.
Last September I bought my grandparents house in Polonita (Transylvania-Szeklerland). I grew up as a country girl, I was five when my parents moved closer to my hometown, Odorheiu Secuiesc. Followed by a 30 year old rolling period of life from school to university, from job to love, from heartaches to long and restless abroad journeys in searching for meanings, understanding, relieves, many times just for a place to rest, life took me back to a new start, to my roots in Szeklerland.
I have a favorite Egyptian proverb, that says: Birds of all kinds will end up landing.
While sewing the trap, the spider does a great trip around the net. In the end always gets back to the starting point. And only then it moves out of it again.