As I write, in Washington.
Day by day, moment by moment, our house more and more morphs into a cozy, friendly, welcoming home.
Irmgard, with her incessant energy, drives the process. She irradiates happiness, attentive to so much detail that normally is alien to me. Little by little rooms are no longer empty. They are occupied with objects – paintings, carpets, a sofa here, a table there, a lamp beyond – that seem to come together in full harmony. I realize, without fully understanding, that carefully coordinating colors makes an important difference. The space begins to breathe another essence. It caresses me, I feel its invitation to stillness.
Irmgard is radiant sun of Spring in this Autumn that is suddenly showing up in full force. The leaves of the trees begin to change color, some already resting, almost inert, on the ground. Soon bands of birds will migrate South on a long journey. The same energy animates the autumn leaves that fall and the birds that take flight. The same energy that animates me, and that today I feel it with the joy of full gratitude.