Woke up today to the wind whipping the house and blowing in the cracks of the windows - and I wondered what it would be like today in the little house in Cupids, Newfoundland. Days with wind like this happened all the time and the little house just stood proud at the top of the hill, withstanding the storms, as it had done for over 150 years. Except for the hurricane of 2010. In that hurricane, she lost some of her roof, and leaked a bit - but held tight and took good care of my stepbrother and stepsister.
Sadly, we sold the house in September, but I still visit it in my dreams and in my mind. We lived there beautifully - nothing extra, nothing fancy, just solid furnishings - but the house was really filled with laughter and love and friends. One of my dearest friends in the world, Rolypower, lived up the street with her family - and we spent many nights laughing and playing scattergories, and having dinners together. we spent many nights talking, talking, talking late into the night. We spent many nights laughing about the twists and turns that life had shown us. In those days, I was far more a part of that community than any other.
And it was a feast for the eyes - a wild, windy, unpredictable feast. Crazy water, hills, trees, blues, greens, browns, everything always moving, shifting - the weather a factor in everything - always present.
Last summer a renter saw two young moose walk right across the property. It seemed fitting that moose walked through the property as we gave it back to the family, as they had walked through the property the first day we owned it.
It breaks my heart, still, to have had to say goodbye to the house and Cupids. I'm glad the wind came here today to visit and reminisce. And I'm glad the house went back to the family - I didn't really ever own it anyway - it was always Muriel Dawe's house, and by some gift of the universe we all got to enjoy it for a few years.
With gratitude,
Cupcake
p.s. 62 days!!!
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