Tom's House
The men's meetings had been held at Jeff's house for some time. This was mostly throughout the first year of the class. I could not have people to my house. James could not have people over. We had gone to Chris's place a few times but for some reason or the other that fell through. George and Steve both lived very far away from everyone. Jeff was the most centrally located.
Then Tom joined the class. His house was actually very close to the park where we practiced. The reason we practiced at the park was because it was centrally located for everyone.
At some point Tom volunteered the use of his house. One of the meetings was set for there.
This place was a mansion! I told you the Gay Guy was a millionaire. His house was up on a hill. The road in the neighborhood was all windy and very small. All these mansions lined up along the curves of the road. The parking was terrible so we had to walk up these winding roads to the house.
There were steps leading up to the houe and gate. It was three story house that looked large and impressive in the dark. The meeting was held at night and it was dark already.
The inside of the house was just as nice as you would imagine. Large rooms all downstairs. Wood flooring. Lots of windows everywhere. The second floor was devoted to bedrooms, bathrooms and maybe some miscellaneous rooms. One of the rooms was occupied by a border he had. I mention this to give you an idea of how large the house was. This was not someone being put up in the spare bedroom. This was like someone being given an entire apartment to live in within this guys house.
The top floor was something else. There was a study set up there that was oddly shaped because the room was cut off by the roof. The room was not exactly square or rectangular.
What made the room so spectacular though was the glass. One wall had lots of windows in it so that it was almost like the wall was glass. The house was surrounded by tall trees which were growing outside of the windows. They provided privacy from the ground.
There was a great view out of the windows because the house was at the top of the hill and the windows were at the top of the house. The room was a magical kind of place. One of those rooms you see in a movie where some kid is doing something and then a troll pops out of the wall or something. Like a fairytale.
That room was so magical I just sat there and enjoyed it. Sometimes during the meetings the lights would be turned down low or perhaps even some candles would be put out. Tom had some candles and they only added to the atmosphere of the room.
I was so envious I wondered how I could get myself into the house as a boarder. I would have been happy living in that room upstairs with access to a bathroom and a kitchen.
I think everyone else was as appreciative of the house as I was. We sat there and did our meditation thing with the candles burning and the wind blowing the trees outside the window. It is hard to explain the effect it all had.
When we left that night, I think we talked to each other about the house all the way out to our cars. ;)
Then Tom joined the class. His house was actually very close to the park where we practiced. The reason we practiced at the park was because it was centrally located for everyone.
At some point Tom volunteered the use of his house. One of the meetings was set for there.
This place was a mansion! I told you the Gay Guy was a millionaire. His house was up on a hill. The road in the neighborhood was all windy and very small. All these mansions lined up along the curves of the road. The parking was terrible so we had to walk up these winding roads to the house.
There were steps leading up to the houe and gate. It was three story house that looked large and impressive in the dark. The meeting was held at night and it was dark already.
The inside of the house was just as nice as you would imagine. Large rooms all downstairs. Wood flooring. Lots of windows everywhere. The second floor was devoted to bedrooms, bathrooms and maybe some miscellaneous rooms. One of the rooms was occupied by a border he had. I mention this to give you an idea of how large the house was. This was not someone being put up in the spare bedroom. This was like someone being given an entire apartment to live in within this guys house.
The top floor was something else. There was a study set up there that was oddly shaped because the room was cut off by the roof. The room was not exactly square or rectangular.
What made the room so spectacular though was the glass. One wall had lots of windows in it so that it was almost like the wall was glass. The house was surrounded by tall trees which were growing outside of the windows. They provided privacy from the ground.
There was a great view out of the windows because the house was at the top of the hill and the windows were at the top of the house. The room was a magical kind of place. One of those rooms you see in a movie where some kid is doing something and then a troll pops out of the wall or something. Like a fairytale.
That room was so magical I just sat there and enjoyed it. Sometimes during the meetings the lights would be turned down low or perhaps even some candles would be put out. Tom had some candles and they only added to the atmosphere of the room.
I was so envious I wondered how I could get myself into the house as a boarder. I would have been happy living in that room upstairs with access to a bathroom and a kitchen.
I think everyone else was as appreciative of the house as I was. We sat there and did our meditation thing with the candles burning and the wind blowing the trees outside the window. It is hard to explain the effect it all had.
When we left that night, I think we talked to each other about the house all the way out to our cars. ;)
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