This Being Human is a Guest House-
We had our first "real" snowstorm last week. I remember some twenty years ago or so when I could look out my window and see the looping tracks of wild rabbit running in and out of the bramble. It created a sense of comfort somewhere deep within me; contentment without definition. Rabbits just doing what rabbits do. Now I look out and see the snow untouched. The rabbit patch has long been weeded out by the neighbor in favor of having a fenced in yard for their many dogs. This week as I watch out my window, I am aware that I have this feeling of missing the rabbits but I don't begrudge the neighbors or their love of the dogs. Ever in a state of flux, rabbits go and dogs will come. How long will the dogs reign supreme in their fenced in yard? The part of town in which I reside was once referred to as "The Patch" and it was where many of the Irish immigrants came to live. The house was built about 1900 and my famil...