The House
Welcome, Come In.
The House has four rooms, each one opening into something from Naturalist Way. Which one you need probably depends on what kind of day you've had. They're small, reflective rooms, and you will only need about five minutes in each.
Are You Home Yet?
Getting home and actually arriving home are apparently two different things. The keys are on the counter, someone you love is trying to tell you something, and half your mind is still finishing the meeting that ended an hour ago.
Say hello again, this time like you mean it.
Still Thinking About It?
The perfect line has finally come to you, four hours after it would have been useful. Of course, now you know exactly what you should have said and how you should have said it.
Whatever you're rehearsing, no one's grading it but you.
Meanwhile, Back In Your Body.
By mid-afternoon, you realize the coffee has been cold long enough that reheating it feels a little ridiculous. Your shoulders have crept up near your ears, and you can’t remember the last time you got out of the chair.
Maybe the coffee isn't the only thing that could use a reset.
And For A Moment, You're Seventeen Again.
You’re driving, and a song comes on you haven’t heard in years, and you’re back in a car you don’t own anymore, next to someone who isn’t there, and for one breath you’re seventeen again.
Let it play; you remember more than you thought.
“Within ourselves there are many rooms.”
— St. Teresa of Ávila