Name five things in your house that make it a home.
So are these five things that make my house a home material, spiritual are they those little Anubis Knick Knacks I picked up all over the place when I was learning to be an embalmer?
Are they memoires? Dreams? Hope? Nightmares?
The First thing that makes my house feel like a home is the lack of mirrors.
I would have to learn three other languages just so that I could fully express to you how much I hate mirrors. I hate their coldness, their lifelessness, I hate they way they hang there and though they don’t judge you, they make it oh so very easy to judge yourself.
Mirrors are demons.
And these demons are not entertaining and funny ones that are on shows like Supernatural or The Kardashians
My three black cats and my dog.
Hamish, my dog and Kolchak and Darwin and Micey are my cats.
I’ve always had a dog and cats, when I was living on my own and had no dog and no cats my house was empty and scary and I only showed up there to sleep.
And that was not easy to do for a couple of reasons.
My Grandma told me cats could see and protect you from bad spirits and angry ghosts. I used to suffer from sleep paralysis and it was worse when I didn’t have cats
I have cats, no sleep paralysis.
As for the dog- well, they’re there to watch over the home. I always felt vulnerable with no dog in the house.
All of my dogs have been sweet and loyal and smart and they’ve had big freaking teeth.
My Herb Garden
I used to have an herb garden.
I tended it everyday with my cat Wolfgang.
He enjoyed walking through the plants, he loved to chew on the cilantro and mint leaves, so he always smelled like a pizza.
It was OUR herb garden and it was an important part of our home.
And then Wolfie died and most of the garden went wild and I don’t have the heart to make it what it once was, so I let it be what it is and that’s okay.
Call them memories or reflections, but my house is full of ghosts.
I’ve lost a lot of friends and family members to death.
I’m not saying they walk my hallways and hide under the bed or stand in shadow choked corners ( it surprises me more that they do not ) but their presence is there.
I can feel it, sometimes I catch a wiff of perfume or a drink and I know they’re there.
Sometimes my cats and my one year old Lab Hamish refuse to sleep where Domino and Cerbie used to sleep. They’ll start to and then they’ll jump up like somebody just poked them with a pin and they’ll tear out of the room, on other days they’re fine.
But these ‘ghosts’ are part of my home too and it would be less of a home without them.
So those are the things that make my house a home:
Memories, security, stories, people who have been there and have either moved on and some ( both living and dead apparently) come back sometimes for a visit.
It is so much more then lumber, wires and stuff.