Greetings To a Profane Space

A new home feels slightly pregnant with possibility yet empty of sacred reality Not yet any echoing memories of bumps on stairs, late night scraping chairs stuffed with familiar intimates. Organic warmth sacrificed with each move, attenuation of sacred relationships with a new view, a different character of silence, more inscrutable than mere absence of familiar sounds left behind. Each move a commencement toward a renewing sense of home and incarnation of ego-self within eco-other identity nondually co-arising toward a more sacred place.