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 well aged relationships with a new view, a cleaner character of silence, more unscrubbed inscrutable than mere absence of familiar sounds and sights and savored smells left behind. Each move a commencement toward a renewing sense of home and reincarnation of ego-culture within eco-climate identity nondually co-arising toward a deeper dug in sacred place.