The House of Songster

The most beautiful house I have ever visited is the Songster House. Where Ed my husband and I spent our Christmas in December 2017. Created on the west coast of Portland, Oregon. Its charm is Japanese.  I feel the atmosphere of a family embracing everything simple in life.  Lupia practiced the skills that her mother had given her and invited us into her home. Decorative pieces made the atmosphere serene.  Fengshui ever so presented to the creative conversation by Cole, the young elite, and future political analysis.

When I visualize Lupia as a mother, I am amazed she is the little girl who visits her father when we first meet. For me, time stopped when she left.  Lupia made every effort to keep close, to not lose that connection. I understand the purpose of the daughter to stay close to the man who created her. How passionate thoughts travel through their minds. Sometimes synchronization can cause a buildup and that both parties have to express what they feel.

Lupia and Ryan having the nurturing trust for their two sons are so apparent. She is a protective parent with a resilient sense of purpose.  Oregon, a place so spiritual, its diversity is so beautiful, even those who are residences express its love in the motion of life through corridor streets.

A holiday dinner served to a United Nation of People. Rod and Naoko and their beautiful daughter Nyah were the greatest hosts, Songster Senior, the father-in-law who created, tiramisu, deep-dish apple, and banana cream pie unknowns to all, my favorite. The youngest grandson Caden who renamed himself “Cola” formed the chocolate on chocolate cake and is a basketball star, Bravo, a young man. Although they had never met me, they embraced my being.

They had a ritual for the holiday gifts that would be exchanged by family members to the children the day before the holiday. The happiness of what they received was so appreciative.  I marveled at the calm beauty of merely being with family. Something that’s not practiced in my neck of the woods. I went on the journey with a deep conversation about programming, all the while speaking of how he would not abandon his Friday night essence. I admired his veracity when it came to his creative genius. My take, never let go, it will pay off, in the end, Ed Jr.

Portland captured my heart and immediately I wanted to live and experience its essence. Writers were everywhere even when they did not admit as much. Its bookstore is ravaged by people who love the written word. They perused shelves of books and  said “read me.”  Four floors call my name. Even with a map, I did not have the chance to delve into every part of its nooks and crannies. Although I did promise, Powell I would be back and would give them more time to express its volumes.

I experience the traditions of Portland taken through neighborhoods and arrived at Peacock Lane. Children take in light of their design, a wonderland of fantasy, an agreement of happiness for those young people. Original factories and innovative structures are being restored to glory. A school blueprint for the modern student in mind. Two basketball courts, and plenty of activities to climb and swing on.

Dinner at a sushi restaurant and found my love, shrimp tempura. This gift is something I gave myself and Ed my husband who did not know how to act with happiness. Not until we returned, he realized it was something he needed. Tokiko brought Japan to America and instilled it in her children and grandchildren. She permitted me to share what she created.  I accepted, and she answered with a beautiful journey and a peaceful stay. Many blessing my sister wherever you are,

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