Journeys come in many shapes and sizes. I actually have a niece named Journie, but I won’t be posting pictures of her today. I thought about posting pictures of the band to be funny, but I’ve yet to see them. I do love the Statefarm commercial when those two guys have a “Journey moment” though.
It’s already three hours after Saturday has ended but I’m trying to hold up my end of my daily posting plan and feeling annoyed because I’m having trouble finding anything but literal pictures of traveling or journeying (if that is a word). There have been many emotional and transitional journeys made over the last few, no, over the span of life that we can remember.
Instead, I’ve found a picture that was taken out of fun with one of my greatest friends. I was trying to capture what it’s like to be his passenger, but it really does depict how I feel inside as I journey through life and try to decide what is best for me, not as just an individual, but also as an “us” with my husband. I often get complimented on how calm and peaceful I appear during hard times. I don’t believe I actually attempt to cover up my true feelings, but I am good at remaining physically calm while inside I’m reacting more like this photo – capture by cellphone by the way. Obviously, this is was not taken with the intention of sharing at the time.
The way I feel inside as I journey through life.
For those of you who love to scroll through and see photos however, I’ve thrown a couple literal ones in the mix for fun.
We visited Henry Chapman Mercer’s house in Doylestown, Pennsylvania yesterday. It is likely the most fascinating and eclectic home I’ve ever seen and it would probably take a full month of exploration to take in a majority of the details. Henry was many things, but by trade he owned a tile factory. It was custom work and very detailed, not a subway tile type factory. He was also fascinated by castles and built his own house out of concrete, many pieces of furniture and windows were made of this medium as well. It was a mix of Medieval, Gothic, and Byzantine style, and paid tribute to the five languages he spoke as well as phrases Henry found worthy. He filled in each crevice with designed tile work, art and tapestry which are representative of world history and personal tributes. Unfortunately, we were unable to photograph the interior of the home.
Henry was single and never had any children, so his “baby” in a way was his art and his yearning for knowledge and creativity. He was generous, innovative and “green” before that became trendy. Some may have said he was cheap, but I say he was resourceful. After years of travelling the world post-college, he finally achieved his aspiration to live in a castle of his own. He started the project at 51 years old and alongside ten workers, the castle was finished in four years.
My husband and I started to contemplate a few things as we stumbled out of the place, overwhelmed and inspired. We wondered if Mercer would have attempted and/or completed such a masterpiece had he had a wife and children. Continue reading →