Center of the World

This is the house my grandfather built with his own hands for my grandmother.  Joe and Marian Falany resided here for 35 years or more.  It was burnt to the ground in the Detwiler Fire July, 2018.  This was a labor of love.  

I wrote this in 1996ish.  It is just one dimension of feeling about this place.

I am in Mariposa at the Ranch and it as if I am visiting the center of the world.  This is where all time and light meet.  Everything spins forth from this sacred place.  The tar weed smell mixed with some ancient stream of water assail the senses.  Maybe this sacred spot was sacred to ancient people and their  energy streams into us.

There is an ancient underground spring that blesses this dry land with a constant magical flow.  This home is where my soul sings songs of the old days of freedom and laughter.  All quiets in the solitude of true hearts-where a red tile roof hides next to this ancient stream of water, love and life.  We in the midst, take for granted the daily work, the daily commitment of a land long cherished.  Our homes sit upon a solid mass of wealthy energy where life grows and if your blessed, love blooms.  It takes years to come to the center of your own being.  Some come and are like fools greeting God, they do not know the value of such a place.

I have only to breathe the dry-dead grass, the oak and Earth saturated with water.  The holes ground out by the ancient ones are a code that help my present expand into a calm, peaceful gravity of knowledge.  I am pulled down deep into my own sense of beauty, and I lie upon this hard rock to let time and space disappear into the now.  Certain places reside deep with a person's soul and so there you feel like your are in God's back yard.