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One last Ode For A Remarkable Lady
My Grandmother
I am not good at this,
So let’s go,
My great grandmother Anny Bostoen.
Did you have a place as a kid, a place where you enjoyed to visit, a place where frequencies were optimal, even better than at your own house? Chances are you can resonate with what i mean.
When we were kids, my brother, parents and me, we visited my grandparents quite often, like at least weekly or so. The house where they lived in was a midsize older villa type, surrounded by a reasonable garden when entering. There was a cobblestone driveway on the front side where two cars could easily park. Already when we drove into the neighborhood you could feel the frequency shift of the environment, at least i could!
When we stepped out of the car, walking towards the house, looking around, the garden and all surroundings always looked neat. During the wintertime often the wood was staked on the left side of the house. All window frames, front door, garage port.. Everything was always well maintained and neat. These elements are sensory triggers, at least for me they triggered, calmth, warmth, reliability,honesty, long term worth..
The habitat where people live tells more than a thousand words.
