Back again to dream...
|My 'house on the hill' since I was little.|
In 2012, John and I got to wander through it while vacant.
Just imagine waking up there - with a view of the water and the mountains... fresh eggs for breakfast (like an hour fresh thanks to Moe, Munk, Maxene and Mabel), amazing local coffee (queue John).
Imagine cocktails and intimate live performances in the evenings. Imagine "Holiday Inn" in real life.
This is my current dream. It's been brewing for a while in little individual desires. I could be administrative, relational, artistic and have flexibility. It could be a place for reunion, rest, and reconciliation. We could have chickens and a garden - and spend mornings there. We could serve people on their best days - and provide a roof for them on their worst. We could bring people together.
Seriously - I think this is my dream, it's where so many of mine and John's dreams and goals come together - and a place where I could collect the stories I care about most, real people's stories.
So here's my new stretch goal - and perhaps a reason to press through a difficult job - and to save pennies.