After a late breakfast of cheese omelets and sunshine, Vinny and I loaded up the car with dogs and maps and two mochas to go...and headed out of the city and into the country. A loooooong way into the country.
We went to go look at a house. Not just any house, mind you, but a farm house.
Can I imagine myself living in a farm house, miles and miles from the city? Well, yes, I can...but only if the beautiful shed behind that house is renovated into the most incredible studio imaginable (like the one I have perfectly designed and constructed in my mind).
The house...is a fixer-upper (and I mean that in all sense of the word) but, oh, the potential is there.
And the sky...offers enough breathing space to last an entire lifetime.
Halfway down the driveway we stopped, turned off the car, and listened. Silence. Absolute. That is, except for the sounds of birds and the wind blowing through open windows. The air smelled sweet.
We smiled and, on the way home, imagined star-filled nights, fireflies, and happy dogs.
Remember that scene in Cast Away, you know, that movie with Tom Hanks as a FedEx employee?... well, I keep thinking of the scene at the end of the movie when he goes to deliver the unopened package to the artist who lives beyond the crossroads. In my imagination, I'm that artist, but instead of creating metal works, I get to be a pet portrait artist instead. Never mind about Tom Hanks, I just love that woman's set-up! I have no idea why any of this feels even remotely glamorous or familiar to me, but in a way it kind of does.
The sky reminds me of my old place. But everything else is like nothing I've ever quite experienced before.
Who knows. But I do like dreaming...
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I read and watch holding my breath as your dreams come true one by one dear Jessie :)
xxoo, O
I believe that dream is entirely accessible to you! I really do! I would be doing the same thing right now by the ocean if I could drive. I wish this for you, for your art and your spirit.
Wow. That would be perfect for you. I love old farmhouses. xo
Yes i remember that scene. I can see every detail in my minds eye. and I can see you nad Vinny sitting their in the car listening to the silence.
Beautiful!
My sweet friend may you manifest it all!
(and then share with me how how how!!!)
XO,
Melba
House-hunting is exciting, scary, hopeful, breath-holding adventure. A house in the country conjures dreams of gardens and chickens and enough elbow room to crank up the stereo without the neighbors complaining. May the right house call you home.
It sounds incredibly peaceful!
Whoo-hoo! Yes, that scene, that place captivated me too somehow. This is so exciting!
Beautiful.
I can see it all happening.
I absolutely believe that you have to dream it first to bring it into reality-- so create the vision!!
And, you have no idea HOW much I resonated with your previous post about finding the balance and a schedule that really supports the fruition of deepest held desires and keeps us from spinning away after lesser priorities-- such a challenge-- but I felt better and inspired after reading your post--
bisous, bluepoppy
oh dear, jessie! how wonderful it is to dream and to see things happen before they manifest into "real" life.
while reading, i felt as if i was in the backseat watching the scenery race by in a blur of green and blue.
so excited for you & vinny ...
I hope you get exactly what you want.
:)
it sounds wonderful
and i hope you get what you want...
and i love the photo!
Did you take this photo? It is gorgeous. I think I could stare at it forever. It doesn't even look real... which probably means I've been in Brooklyn too long.
this photo takes my breath away.
I love this post.
And I dream of a house like this myself.
XO
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