The Photographer and His Assistant
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Morning fog always draws us out into it's magic.
Almost 5 years ago, my mother passed away. It was 3 days before hurricane Rita came ashore in Houston. My husband and I had watched after her and taken care of her for 13 years since my father died. My husband is a native Houstonian, I am not. I had a childhood in the country. I missed that nature connection, and he was just flat out nature starved. Miraculously, five days after my Mom passed and the hurricane mess was pretty much over for us, my husband was just goofing around on the internet. He stumbled upon a photograph and ad for a farmhouse in Chappell Hill, Texas, just an hour outside of Houston, but a world away. While we were still very "fried" from my Mom's passing and the storm, something told us we just had to go to look at this hundred year old farmhouse that was furnished and just an hour away. We did it the same day we saw the ad, despite how tired and exhausted we were from all of that stress and grief. Like a magnet, we were drawn to this place. I call it divine intervention. We walked up the steps into the farmhouse on that day, silent. Neither of us dared breath, for fear we were dreaming. We walked through the house in silence, each of us feeling an instant love affair with this house. We could feel the healing it would offer. We walked out on the front porch and sat down, still silent. We looked across the street at a giant pond, next door to another pond, and then to the other side at some calves frolicking on the hilltop. It was only then that we looked at each other and simultaneously stated, "This is our house." We put a contract on it the next day. We never ever forget how lucky we are to have found our nirvana so close to where we both have to continue to work until retirement. We now call this place home, "the healing house," and "Moonbird HIll." We call it Moonbird HIll because my mother LOVED the moon, and she loved birds. We have 9 bird houses filled with bluebirds outside surrounding our house. In her honor. We have roses all around the house because she loved roses. And we look at the moon a lot. My husband once wrote a play called "Moonbirds." We have met wonderful neighbors here. We were meant to live here. It is a miracle that we found this house, our home that nurtures us. We both went through cancer treatment since we acquired this house. Both of us are survivors. We love life, And we love our healing house.
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