Soul of a House

or thoughts on such

Buildings have souls. So many things happen in them. Newlyweds are carried over thresholds, babies are raised, plans are made, and dreams are shattered. What dreams have been hatched in a house? What plans made have brought forth life, love, and the pursuit of greatness, all from the simple, stark confines of what amounts to nothing more than a few timbers, a few bricks, and a few pieces of asphalt shingle? How many of these dreams have failed in an utter downward spiral of despair?

If these walls could talk—that is the common phrase. What if they could? Would hopes be mentioned, happy times mainly? Or would it be the sorrow that inevitably finds a home in any house? Sorrow is so common in life. It seems to have more emotion tied to it for most people than the happy things. Is this emotion the soul itself?

Do buildings have the capacity to hold this emotion? People speak of walking in a room and finding they know what’s just happened there. Some are more sensitive to the possible energies around us all. Star Wars speaks of The Force as a science fantasy concept, but what of the basic principals there? There is a constant energy transfer between all things that interact. Light bounces back and forth faster than anything else we know. Heat, radiation, sound, these are all transfers of energy between objects. Does this transfer carry the very emotions that we feel? We speak of someone with “Empathic” skills, being able to understand what someone else feels. What if other matter is the same?

The walls very well could listen if not speak! Perhaps what is seen by some as “ghosts” or “phantasms” are just mere misinterpretations of that very same energy?

Maybe I’m just up at 3 am because I can’t or don’t want to sleep. I swear though that I felt the wall of this house just now—I could feel the potential there, like the crumple zone of a car, just ready to absorb something.