a cottage in my heart

I love a house. It's a green cottage behind a tall wooden fence, and every time I drive past I sigh and yearn and wish that somehow I could own that house. Today I pulled into the driveway of that house, on unexpected business. And it was exactly as wonderful as I imagined it would be.

A cottage door. Windchimes. Vinyl records stacked in a wooden beer crate in the lounge. A lovely garden out back, with flowering vines and pale roses growing around vegetable patches. A west wind drifting through. It's not a pretty place, it's more soulful, "country bohemian" if such a thing is possible; an edge place, a place for artists.

My dream house. I felt enspelled, amazed, so deeply grateful, to be standing there.

Of all the thousands of houses in this city, to have been unknowingly directed to my favourite ...
Rose says you have to dream big. Because if you dream small, you'll only get small. So I dream that one day I'll live in that green cottage. Today, getting to stand in its driveway, I felt nudged by a smile. A reminder. The universe is open to your love if you are open to loving.


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