I won’t go so far as to say that my worn, comfy chair is the evidence that my house has a soul, but I understand what May is saying.
I so loved the abstract pattern and shades of green (my favourite colour) that my daughter gave me this chair when she bought a new set for her living room. Its comfort far outweighs its weak and aging frame, sagging seat cushion, faded fabric and cat-clawed sections. It is the perfect place to read, to write in my journal, reflect on life past, ponder life present and conjure dreams of the future.
You may not consider your home as having a soul but you too, may understand what May Sarton means.
So, in the spirit of her meaning, does your house have a soul? Does it reside in a worn, comfy chair? Maybe the soul of your house is nestled in a different piece of furniture or an item you love to touch or stare it because of the old comfy memories it stirs.
Where does the soul of your house live?