Funny thing about this house we purchased on a whim two years ago was that the basement haunted me even before we moved in. The entrance is a wide-open descent from the main foyer – in reverse of the upward rising staircases of dream homes.
I would wake at night, in a sweat, fearing that the things that basements conceal would be unhindered.
Foolishness, I told myself, and yet, there was an element of premonition in this concern.
What I couldn’t have known then was that war would break out, and we would re-examine the purpose of our basement, and dedicate time and money to its renovation in order to house the hopes and fears of others. Perhaps what my soul was sensing, even in those first days, was that life would call me to a deeper engagement: the doors to my inner resources would be forced open. No more hiding away.
One Woman's Quest II 
Hmm. premonitions turned into purpose with fulfilling results. I love the owl and how it watches over your home. Comforting.
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Beautiful perspective (words and, yes, those stairs too) – I especially like having the owl watching over the stairway!
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Thanks Jazz.
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I also very much believe in those premonitions. You were right, haunting, in a different form than perhaps first expected, but fortuitous.
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Without context, everything is unnerving at first, I’d say
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It’s very interesting hope the soul senses what the eyes can’t see.
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Indeed
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Oh yes, a synchronistic, energetic message. I believe that. 🙂
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Somehow, you must have known.
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Makes me wonder….
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I believe that sometimes our prescience is real.
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