My wife and I bought our “forever” home, or at least our “ten-year and reevaluate” home. Joking aside, it’s a great place with a lot more room to move around and raise children. I can sigh now because the journey here has been a long one.
Our neighbors are horses, sheep, and a miniature donkey. There are some highland cows, too, and regular sized donkey. We are also closed in on two sides by beets, and the night sky actually has stars. While mundane farm animals aren’t exactly high-adventure, they are pleasant to look at when I peer out my front window to see what’s going on across the street.
It’s much different from the city, which is always so noisy and smelly. But out here, a little ways in the country, it’s the solace and quiet that I have sought since I was a young man when I could afford no such thing. Now that I have it…it feels nice.
Home is many things, but it’s especially a place where you feel like you can do anything and conquer everything. It is also a place where you can sit down and think without interruption—which is really helpful when it comes to writing.
As with all momentous occasions, though, I couldn’t help but think of the words of other people that have transformed my worldview. So, today I am sharing Emily Dickinson’s “I Dwell in Possibility,” because it speaks of home (in a way) and gives the reader a sense that there is an infinitesimal future ahead of them in the oceans of what could happen and what we can make happen ourselves when our roots are firm.
“I Dwell in Possibility” by Emily Dickinson’s
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior– for Doors–
Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–
Of Visitors– the fairest–
For Occupation– This–
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise–
Dickinson, Emily. “I Dwell in Possibility .” Baruch Cuny, https://blogs.baruch.cuny.edu/eng2850hmaspring2017/files/2017/01/Emily-Dickinson-poems.pdf. Accessed 5 Oct. 2022.