This is a sanctified house – not because the owners are Christian (they would cough and gag and chafe at such a suggestion inadvertently linking them to the conservative religious right); but because they are spiritual, deeply in touch with their dreams and desires and goals.  This house is sanctified because every inch, every nook and cranny, every photo and artifact exudes who they are.  Ultimately, consummately, they are fulfilling the purpose for which they came to be and it is glorious to witness.  And, they love each other…deeply, as largely as they are capable of and they are persons of great depth, thought capacity, artistry, and innovation.  This house is authentic, as are the people in it, and the books that line the shelves and spill into architectural heaps on coffee tables and nightstands.  So, I will spend my time here being authentic, and taking long walks in this wondrous, brick and red geraniums, old money and rich tradition neighborhood.  Oh, and playing the grand piano.