Currently listening to:  Laura Marling (the words come easier when she sings to me)

Currently reading: Golda Meir, Democracy in America, Philosophy, yada yada yada

When I thought of this title, “The Thinking House,” my mind recalled that children’s book, The Napping House and its famous line, “The Napping House, where everyone is sleeping.”

This is a house where everyone is thinking.  This is a home of writers and discussers and debaters.  Hot coffee in the morning and discussions over the Washington Post. Food organized and everything thing in its proper place.  An active library with intriguing books and many many places to sit and read.  Many places to look out the window and watch the birds. The little cardinals who munch from the bird feeder.  The proud and happy bluejay splashing in the bird bath and making quite the mess.

It is a place to sit with your mug of coffee, with big breakfasts. The woman who owns this space always splurges on breakfast. Big breakfasts.  Matzah and eggs, a whole box of wonderful pastries to share.  It is a gift to her day.  As she putters through.  She is a writer of articles and forthcoming in her statements.  She is active in the country and has taken her stand through her words and her concerns.  A book that she supervised on Civil Unrest sits quietly on her shelf.  I leaf through it and am fascinated by the discussions that took place back in those turbulent 60’s.  When the country lost its way and everyone was trying so desperately to find themselves, to change, to hold fast, to move in a hundred different directions.

The last day I was at this house,   I took so many pictures. Not of people but of this house.  So many parts of it that in its own way, made me feel so comfortable.  I could sit at this window all day. Listening to the bird clock chime its voice on the hour, drink my coffee, eat the sweetest muffin ever, and watch the birds.