dreaming of a house

with curving walls, and descending and ascending pathways and stairs, different levels, some areas with full sunshine, some dark and cave like, patios for the morning, afternoon and evening, rooftop deck, trees and vines touching and woven into the texture of the house, edible berries and fruit trees, asparagus and rhubarb, a greenhouse, a study on the second floor, north facing with northern windows for a drawing/painting room, music studio, dug into a hill, south facing, completely self sustaining, with views in every direction, the ocean close enough to smell, windchimes hanging and singing in the trees. the kitchen looks out over the hill and ocean below. Friends' homes are nearby and there is a common workshop, common yoga and dance studio, a common playground for the children. A glade in the woods with a few benches for worship of the great mystery, where daily we give thanks for the beauty and grace that brings us here.