Take a glimpse into my world.
The unseen space within the walls of the dollhouse is a lively place this evening.
Summer is winding down as the fall equinox is upon us. The glow from the full moon illuminates the courtyard at the dollhouse. The beautiful window on the steps allow the moonlight to light up the second story landing, casting a loving, cozy glow.
Under the moonlight, on this autumn's eve, the unseen shows itself to me.
Chief is on the walkway, enjoying the falling buckeyes, smoking his pipe. He keeps a watchful eye on the property. He protects the entire town, blessing us all.
Frederick is waiting in the foyer to greet you. He stands tall in his suit, smiling from ear to ear. His gentleness is calming.
Miss Bessie, Octavia and Emily cleanse the dollhouse with cinnamon, clove and citrus oils. They have been cleaning the dollhouse all day.
A sprinkle of cinnamon here, a sprinkle there.
Elizabeth blows cinnamon from her hands all over the walkways and front door of the dollhouse to attract abundance and prosperity.
The dollhouse is alive as darkness falls.
Rustling of Eleanor's newspapers as she reads in the sunroom distract me from the click clank and hum of my sewing machine. The trains can barely be heard.
The piano plays softly in the grand room, as George snores slightly in his chair. Cora knits socks quietly in the corner. Ross is nowhere to be found.
William Cannon awaits his guests in the parlor, sipping his bourbon and smoking his cigar. He is eager and pacing.
Candles illuminate the entire second floor of the dollhouse. The wood floors are being washed with peppermint oil and steaming hot water. Fresh linens and drapes are placed in every room. Logs are neatly stacked next to each bedroom fireplace by Samuel and Hugh.
Roy is stretched out on the floor, in deep meditation. The smoke from the burning Palo Santo fills the room.
The entire house is buzzing with energy.
Each room displays flashes from the past. Family traditions and personal habits being shown to me as the moon reveals all. I lay down on the rug beside Roy. His presence is strong here. Deep in meditation, I am able to see in the unseen.
Tomorrow will bring about another abundant harvest and the preparations will continue.
The dollhouse ancestors honor the upcoming season with hope, happiness and prosperity as the darkness of autumn fall upon us.
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