A neighbor two doors down moved out Saturday. Last night I took my dog for a walk and stood under the starry sky, staring at the empty shell of a house.
A very good, long-time friend of my friend passed away recently from a long illness. We’ve spoken of how the body is simple a vessel, or a shell we temporarily use.
But the starfish, conch, whelks, mollusks, urchins and other that once lived inside are all gone. I just have their empty shells.
Like the house, like the human body, the spirit has left. In a house, we move in decorate, establish our personal tastes, style and make an empty shell of a house into our home. Likewise, a body illustrates our personality, preferences, ideas, opinions and all the quirks that make us…well, us.
Some years ago I re purposed a conch shell. Turning it upside down and using floral foam, along with silk lilacs, magnolias, dusty miller, roses and others, I created an attractive beach-y decoration.
Last night, looking at the empty shell of the vacant house, I could not help but wonder ahead when someone else will move in. They will take what I see as an empty shell and do whatever necessary to ring it back to life with their personality and design. Paint, landscaping, decorating. The possibilities are endless, and to be honest, a little exciting to watch for. Mainly I just question whether they will keep the lawn mowed.
And the same in our own bodies. We have the shell; the bony frame covered with muscle, skin and hair. We decorate the outside to suit our tastes. Nail polish, tattoo’s, hair style or dye job, clothing. If we don’t like our weight, we transform it. Same for our dated wardrobes and other things we are known to alter. Nowadays. that list is rather endless too.