She decided to go and sit on the porch steps while waiting for her guided house tour. She had been told that the owners were away traveling and hadn’t lived in the house or on the property for quite some time. She was curious about the history of the house and land, meaning the human history. But if the past was an indication of the future, in some way, she knew that that would all present itself as time flowed along.
From the outside, the house was a basic square shape with a covered three-quarter wrap-around porch. A solid design of flagstone embraced the outside walls making it both historical and practical at the same time. A short, curved path that led to the porch steps was also laid with flagstone. It reminded her of the cobblestone in the barn. There was something about the solidness of the rock. Being surrounded by one of the strongest components from the earth made her feel very secure. The path was flanked by beautiful flower beds that invited one forward toward the stairs. She knew the porch would be both a place of solace and contemplation, as well as a place of sharing and reflection. There were a few deep comfortable chairs there at the moment. She could see forward, what it would look like with hanging plants and colourful flowers. As well as multiple seating areas that would invite in those who wished to find a place to sit and share their thoughts and feelings. There would also be a few singular meditative spots to offer space to those that wanted some time alone. Time to absorb and assimilate the wisdom of the sanctuary. She knew there needed to be many different spaces for visitors to process all that they had experienced and this was one of those insightful spots.
She was drawn to have a walk around the porch. She wanted to see HER spot. A place she had sat at many times in the past, in her heart.
Just outside the back door, and at the top of the back porch steps to the left, was a space where she found an old, cushioned chair waiting for her. It was like the universe knew. Of course, it did. So, she sat. She knew this was her spot where she would take her morning tea and say hello to the land, the animals and the sea each day. This was the spot she would rest her body and mind at the end of busy sessions, and release the day’s adventures. This was the spot she could land in the present moment and offer gratitude to the beauty she was so lucky to call home.
A sound in the distance called her out of her thoughtfulness and reminded her that this was most likely the real estate agent coming into the drive. She whispered a “see you soon” to this special space.
The agent was coming up the lane just as she rounded the corner of the porch. They met at either end of the front porch stairs. They had met several times when she had arrived in the local town a few short days ago. Over tea, she and the agent had discussed the land, the local area, the current owners, and not very much more. She really wanted to have as little information in her mind when she first met the land. The real estate agent was intrigued by her story and was willing to move forward in the way she asked. She shared her appreciation of this willingness as soon as she saw her at the house. She told her that this visit to the land was perfect in every way and exactly as she had been shown it to be all those years ago, and all of the years since. The agent had read her book about the sanctuary and the vision from thirty years past and was pleased that this visit had been as foretold. And yes, the book you are reading right now.
After a few niceties it was time to head inside. She felt a flutter in her heart. That first time you walk through the door of your forever home. She had never experienced it for real and was excited that it was finally happening. The agent unlocked the door, opened it, and stood back to let her go through. She really did understand how much this experience meant. The is no other way to cross the threshold but to take a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other. As is the way of life. Deep breath and one foot in front of the next.
She went inside and stopped. She was actually breathing in her new home. As she slowly looked around, she saw everything was in its place, at least the parts of the house that had revealed themselves to her. There were still a few parts that were behind closed doors, so to speak.
The front door was in line with the back door. Both were just to the right of the center. A large welcoming entrance had a solid screen door that would let air in and keep bugs out on those beautiful breezy days. Just inside, to the right, were hooks, racks, and a bench for removing or putting on outer wear. Depending on which way you were going. There was ample room for lots of guests. This was a home for many, as well as a home for a small few. It would be welcoming to a visiting group, yet also, a place that warms the heart of the few that would call it home.
What she saw in front of her was an open concept living area, dining table, and kitchen which had a mixture of clean white walls and solid light pine planks. These all took up most of the main floor. The living area, immediately to the left of the door, had ample room for couches, love seats, chairs, and tables. Everything that would be needed to share one’s home with guests. There was also the original stone fireplace that would warm the hearts and bodies of those that settled in for comfort and serenity. The space for the dining table was more than enough. The homemade table would have plenty of room and invite guests to break bread, share stories, and feel loved. Of course, the kitchen had to be plenty big enough to create meals and feed all of those guests. And it was, but not in a restaurant kitchen kind of way. It was spacious and filled with a warm light. A small island provided counter space and a few spots to eat a meal should it be just one or two people. A large pantry off to the right of the door offered room to store the goods needed to serve all.
From the outside, the house was a basic square shape with a covered three-quarter wrap-around porch. A solid design of flagstone embraced the outside walls making it both historical and practical at the same time. A short, curved path that led to the porch steps was also laid with flagstone. It reminded her of the cobblestone in the barn. There was something about the solidness of the rock. Being surrounded by one of the strongest components from the earth made her feel very secure. The path was flanked by beautiful flower beds that invited one forward toward the stairs. She knew the porch would be both a place of solace and contemplation, as well as a place of sharing and reflection. There were a few deep comfortable chairs there at the moment. She could see forward, what it would look like with hanging plants and colourful flowers. As well as multiple seating areas that would invite in those who wished to find a place to sit and share their thoughts and feelings. There would also be a few singular meditative spots to offer space to those that wanted some time alone. Time to absorb and assimilate the wisdom of the sanctuary. She knew there needed to be many different spaces for visitors to process all that they had experienced and this was one of those insightful spots.
She was drawn to have a walk around the porch. She wanted to see HER spot. A place she had sat at many times in the past, in her heart.
Just outside the back door, and at the top of the back porch steps to the left, was a space where she found an old, cushioned chair waiting for her. It was like the universe knew. Of course, it did. So, she sat. She knew this was her spot where she would take her morning tea and say hello to the land, the animals and the sea each day. This was the spot she would rest her body and mind at the end of busy sessions, and release the day’s adventures. This was the spot she could land in the present moment and offer gratitude to the beauty she was so lucky to call home.
A sound in the distance called her out of her thoughtfulness and reminded her that this was most likely the real estate agent coming into the drive. She whispered a “see you soon” to this special space.
The agent was coming up the lane just as she rounded the corner of the porch. They met at either end of the front porch stairs. They had met several times when she had arrived in the local town a few short days ago. Over tea, she and the agent had discussed the land, the local area, the current owners, and not very much more. She really wanted to have as little information in her mind when she first met the land. The real estate agent was intrigued by her story and was willing to move forward in the way she asked. She shared her appreciation of this willingness as soon as she saw her at the house. She told her that this visit to the land was perfect in every way and exactly as she had been shown it to be all those years ago, and all of the years since. The agent had read her book about the sanctuary and the vision from thirty years past and was pleased that this visit had been as foretold. And yes, the book you are reading right now.
After a few niceties it was time to head inside. She felt a flutter in her heart. That first time you walk through the door of your forever home. She had never experienced it for real and was excited that it was finally happening. The agent unlocked the door, opened it, and stood back to let her go through. She really did understand how much this experience meant. The is no other way to cross the threshold but to take a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other. As is the way of life. Deep breath and one foot in front of the next.
She went inside and stopped. She was actually breathing in her new home. As she slowly looked around, she saw everything was in its place, at least the parts of the house that had revealed themselves to her. There were still a few parts that were behind closed doors, so to speak.
The front door was in line with the back door. Both were just to the right of the center. A large welcoming entrance had a solid screen door that would let air in and keep bugs out on those beautiful breezy days. Just inside, to the right, were hooks, racks, and a bench for removing or putting on outer wear. Depending on which way you were going. There was ample room for lots of guests. This was a home for many, as well as a home for a small few. It would be welcoming to a visiting group, yet also, a place that warms the heart of the few that would call it home.
What she saw in front of her was an open concept living area, dining table, and kitchen which had a mixture of clean white walls and solid light pine planks. These all took up most of the main floor. The living area, immediately to the left of the door, had ample room for couches, love seats, chairs, and tables. Everything that would be needed to share one’s home with guests. There was also the original stone fireplace that would warm the hearts and bodies of those that settled in for comfort and serenity. The space for the dining table was more than enough. The homemade table would have plenty of room and invite guests to break bread, share stories, and feel loved. Of course, the kitchen had to be plenty big enough to create meals and feed all of those guests. And it was, but not in a restaurant kitchen kind of way. It was spacious and filled with a warm light. A small island provided counter space and a few spots to eat a meal should it be just one or two people. A large pantry off to the right of the door offered room to store the goods needed to serve all.
Utility rooms, a washroom, and other needed areas were at the south end of the main floor. They were hidden away yet close at hand.
The staircase to the second floor was just off centre, a few strides in from the front door. The staircase was constructed of lovely wood steps with no backs to give them that sense of openness. Underneath the steps would be a small office area open to the rest of the main room, tucked in by the wall yet large enough to hold a desk, cabinet, and other needed items.
That is all she had been shown of the main floor. Over the years she had seen most of it except what was to the right of the main door. If she were to guess, it might be a larger office area, space for a few small guest rooms or perhaps more room for her growing canine family. Of course, if she hadn’t been shown it yet, she could not describe it here. So that door will remain locked for a while longer.
Up the stairs brought her to 4 bedrooms, two smaller ones to the right and two larger ones to the left. The bedroom on the southeast corner would be the master with a small ensuite. The rest of the bedrooms share one main bath straight ahead of the landing. Really, the upstairs had nothing of extra architectural prowess. It had clean, square lines and she knew that the warmth of it would come from how she decorated and cared for it. Its life would come from how she created a sacred place full of heart and warmth. It was like a blank canvas, and she was excited to share her vision with the rooms in the house.
A functional basement would suffice for storage and other out of the way needs.
All in all, it was a simple house. Yet that simplicity was full of grandeur and a beautiful space to add to the feeling of sanctuary, not only for herself but for those who were drawn to this place for peace and healing.
The real estate agent had given her time to explore and she was so very appreciative of that. They finished the house tour out on the back porch looking over the gardens and up towards the cliffs. They discussed several necessities that were all part of looking at a property; when had the roof been redone; when were the wells last drilled, and so on. She wanted to keep it short so she could stay in her heart space. They decided to meet at the agent’s office the next day to discuss these further. She asked for permission to remain on the land and catch the sunset. Of course, permission was not needed. They both knew what direction this was all headed.
A sincere thank you and goodbye to the real estate agent left her, once again, alone with the land and the sea. It was now early evening, and she wanted to finish the day with the setting of the sun. She wanted to sit in that deep heart connection with the property. Where was the best place to do this? She decided to go back to the patch of dirt just on the edge of the center, just inside the center paddock. She would sit there a bit and connect with the heartbeat, the rhythm, the melody; with the song of the land.
The staircase to the second floor was just off centre, a few strides in from the front door. The staircase was constructed of lovely wood steps with no backs to give them that sense of openness. Underneath the steps would be a small office area open to the rest of the main room, tucked in by the wall yet large enough to hold a desk, cabinet, and other needed items.
That is all she had been shown of the main floor. Over the years she had seen most of it except what was to the right of the main door. If she were to guess, it might be a larger office area, space for a few small guest rooms or perhaps more room for her growing canine family. Of course, if she hadn’t been shown it yet, she could not describe it here. So that door will remain locked for a while longer.
Up the stairs brought her to 4 bedrooms, two smaller ones to the right and two larger ones to the left. The bedroom on the southeast corner would be the master with a small ensuite. The rest of the bedrooms share one main bath straight ahead of the landing. Really, the upstairs had nothing of extra architectural prowess. It had clean, square lines and she knew that the warmth of it would come from how she decorated and cared for it. Its life would come from how she created a sacred place full of heart and warmth. It was like a blank canvas, and she was excited to share her vision with the rooms in the house.
A functional basement would suffice for storage and other out of the way needs.
All in all, it was a simple house. Yet that simplicity was full of grandeur and a beautiful space to add to the feeling of sanctuary, not only for herself but for those who were drawn to this place for peace and healing.
The real estate agent had given her time to explore and she was so very appreciative of that. They finished the house tour out on the back porch looking over the gardens and up towards the cliffs. They discussed several necessities that were all part of looking at a property; when had the roof been redone; when were the wells last drilled, and so on. She wanted to keep it short so she could stay in her heart space. They decided to meet at the agent’s office the next day to discuss these further. She asked for permission to remain on the land and catch the sunset. Of course, permission was not needed. They both knew what direction this was all headed.
A sincere thank you and goodbye to the real estate agent left her, once again, alone with the land and the sea. It was now early evening, and she wanted to finish the day with the setting of the sun. She wanted to sit in that deep heart connection with the property. Where was the best place to do this? She decided to go back to the patch of dirt just on the edge of the center, just inside the center paddock. She would sit there a bit and connect with the heartbeat, the rhythm, the melody; with the song of the land.
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