It was now early afternoon, and she knew she would have many opportunities to lose herself outside of time on this land. For now, she needed to move forward. She walked along the beach and started up the north hill to the large grassy mound. The fence skirted around the east side of the mound, so it was outside of but just beside the field.
As with the area south of the barn, this space was a blank canvas. She knew exactly how it would evolve in years to come. She decided to sit in the middle of the mound and look out over the ocean. She wanted to imagine herself in the structure she knew would be built. She envisioned how it would look from the blueprints of her vision.
Although bare at the moment, it would eventually have a white gazebo built upon it. It was to be a space where visitors could go to sit in peace and contemplation, watch the sun rise or fall with the sounds of the ocean amplified by the shape of the shoreline. The echoes of the waves would synchronize with the melody of the land and all that lived on it. A soft symphony of nature in a space where it would be hard not to feel into it. For a human, they would find themselves breathing into the synchronicity and find the clarity of truly living in that beautiful present moment. There one would be reminded of what inner peace felt like.
The structure itself would be white, circular and there would be intricate trim work flowing off the side. It would be open to the breeze all around, and three benches would provide spots to sit and rest. One in the east, facing the sunset. One in the northwest, facing the fields to the southeast. One in the southwest, facing the cliffs and north paddock. Two of the three benches would also provide a view of the sunrise, should one wish to arise early and watch the world awaken.
There would be plenty of green space around this gazebo where one could lay their body against the grass and feel the heartbeat of the land while listening to the breath of the ocean.
In the center of the structure was an altar. One small circle where visitors could leave a small natural offering of gratitude. When the altar began to overflow with love, an intimate ceremony would be held with the horses. The tiny pieces of nature would be returned to the land. These tokens would choose where to lay to continue their journey in this space. A perfect cycle of reciprocity. Gratitude would flourish and flow through the veins of the land.
She knew this very mound would hold a special feeling for those who chose to visit the sanctuary. It would tether them to who they were deep within. A place of re-introduction, so to speak. Of remembrance. Of being invited home.
As with the area south of the barn, this space was a blank canvas. She knew exactly how it would evolve in years to come. She decided to sit in the middle of the mound and look out over the ocean. She wanted to imagine herself in the structure she knew would be built. She envisioned how it would look from the blueprints of her vision.
Although bare at the moment, it would eventually have a white gazebo built upon it. It was to be a space where visitors could go to sit in peace and contemplation, watch the sun rise or fall with the sounds of the ocean amplified by the shape of the shoreline. The echoes of the waves would synchronize with the melody of the land and all that lived on it. A soft symphony of nature in a space where it would be hard not to feel into it. For a human, they would find themselves breathing into the synchronicity and find the clarity of truly living in that beautiful present moment. There one would be reminded of what inner peace felt like.
The structure itself would be white, circular and there would be intricate trim work flowing off the side. It would be open to the breeze all around, and three benches would provide spots to sit and rest. One in the east, facing the sunset. One in the northwest, facing the fields to the southeast. One in the southwest, facing the cliffs and north paddock. Two of the three benches would also provide a view of the sunrise, should one wish to arise early and watch the world awaken.
There would be plenty of green space around this gazebo where one could lay their body against the grass and feel the heartbeat of the land while listening to the breath of the ocean.
In the center of the structure was an altar. One small circle where visitors could leave a small natural offering of gratitude. When the altar began to overflow with love, an intimate ceremony would be held with the horses. The tiny pieces of nature would be returned to the land. These tokens would choose where to lay to continue their journey in this space. A perfect cycle of reciprocity. Gratitude would flourish and flow through the veins of the land.
She knew this very mound would hold a special feeling for those who chose to visit the sanctuary. It would tether them to who they were deep within. A place of re-introduction, so to speak. Of remembrance. Of being invited home.
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