Home again after yet another road trip—like true blood gypsies we are. And it is always such a wonderful nurturing feeling letting my heart be hugged by the vision of our fairytale little white cottage…
Tucked away in the heart of trees...
And the feeling of being Snow White having discovered the loveliest
And the feeling of being Snow White having discovered the loveliest
of tiny cottage after
wandering through the forest for days…
My heart is a shaft of light as soon as I get to see the first glimpse of it coming down the hill… as if sprouting out of the ground in some enchanted clearing in the woods… just as I had dreamed for years and years... and I still think I'm dreaming. For perhaps I am and I haven't noticed it yet?
The front porch it’s looking glorious these days. I have painted the white wicket settee in a lively blue… the same blue I used for the shutters and a few other objects on the back. It makes such a statement against the red door.
The old sun bleached pillows were replaced by a pretty combination of sweet pastels and some vibrant colors that match perfectly with my newly painted wicker settee…
I’m so profoundly pleased at what we have accomplished in such short time and love when neighbors stop by just to tell me how beautifully the little white cottage is looking these days… prettier than had ever been before--they say. And I have to agree!
I still don't have the climbing roses climbing by the front porch
but that's coming too
HERE IS THE STORY:
I spend many years of my life stuck in the labyrinth of
unwanted responsibilities, stuck in an office cubicle, bad weather, bad bosses,
thinking about how I could escape it all one day, and went through my days
imagining that future so I could live that present.
For years we lived in a subdivision in the
city, where huge two story houses surrounded us on every angle. Privacy was
scarce while the noise levels soared—neighbors mowing their lawns, working on
their backyards, dogs barking. All the
while, I kept dreaming with a little white cottage surrounded by woods and
peacefulness. After many years dreaming
this dream, life took us to paths we’d never imagined possible and gifted us
with the fairytale little white cottage of my dreams and all the free time I
revered to enjoy it all.
Aside from being all I had dream my little cottage to be in
the inside, it also sits on a heavily wooded area, populated by privet thickets
and beautiful Hemlock trees; habitat to an amazing fauna and home to a large
variety of birds. All of it life-long
dreams of my heart.
One of the amazing things, among countless of others, about
our little white cottage is the amount of natural light it’s surrounded
by. And this it really is amazing to me, being
that the cottage is surrounded in it’s entirety by huge trees. But it sits in a clearing among the trees,
and because it’s situated at the bottom of a hilly road, the first impression
you get when you first see it, is that it emerges out of
the trees, or maybe that it’s plunged in trees—a verdant fortress of sorts and
a happy place where sunshine falls healthily and happily right on it and on its
gardens… which means, roses, and sun-loving plants and flowers are possible
too.
I’m a pacifist and a
Nature lover and always dreamt of my cottage being surrounded by trees, but I
also required sunshine in high quantities.
I cannot imagine living my life in a dark-shadowy house with a densely
shady garden. With the cottage in this
perfect setting, I get to enjoy both of these worlds… a sunshiny garden that
sits right at the edge of a forest…
Summer nights are magical. At the first kiss of dusk fireflies light it
our little cottage with tickling magical lights. You’d see them carrying out their itty bitty
whimsical lanterns, flickering through evening shadows, illuminating the woods
at the edge of the garden. And you would
think that maybe it was the night who so graciously gifted you their shinny
jewels or that perhaps you are an incarnation; some part of a Christmas card
where every tree and every bush carries in it a twinkling light.
The pictures above
is how the front part of our little white cottage looks today. This is how it looks just five months ago.
To dream or not to dream?
ReplyDeleteWell Cielo, if there is one thing, you sure know how to dream....and I wonder, seriously, if you could actually teach others how to do that? Like me for instance.....I used to dream like that but life took too many gnarly turns and I have learned some things to cause one to shudder.....I have forgotten how to dream, and how to believe in them for any decent length of time, and these past days I've been struggling as to whether or not I should bother again, I want to but I can't be disappointed again...because of all the dreams I had that never happened. I do want my own home, a home of my own really, and gardens and the woods and flowers and a creative life that serves the people around me, I also want lively fun people for neighbors and friends....and I've been single for 12 years, no dates, nothing and never thought I'd be so for more than mere months, this is the least of problems, but to find such love and companionship in a man.....I don't know. Just for the record I am neither ugly nor fat, and most people think I'm ''adorable'' and beautiful, even for my age, which is a ridiculous number because I will always be 25.....but really, I want to believe, but I cannot suffer reality in its place any more.....you don't have to publish this, but I am being all out and open here, really, how do you do it?
Dear Lady: Believe me—I am real, and like everyone else in this faulty world, I had and have my own cup of misery to drink. I think we all know that nobody’s life is perfect, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to create a beautiful one. My blog is my happy place and it is marvelous to have your own little spot of pretty and happy. I have dark days too for sure and sometimes they’re too dark and too long, but I would not dwell on that. I'd rather share with the world a pretty jar of flowers. My motto in life, which has helped me immensely throughout my years is found in Philippians 4:8: “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things”.
DeletePerhaps my secret, if there is one, is that I place my heart (and dreams) in God’s hands, and God only?
I don’t trust in what I can do to make my dreams come true. So in those hands I leave them all. You see, faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark. Faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows - standing without, you can see no glory, nor can imagine any, but standing within every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
In whose hands are you placing your dreams? I wonder.
Allow your dreams a place in your prayers and plans. God-given dreams can help you move into the future He is preparing for you.
Cielo
Thank you Cielo for your words. I just want to say, I do live creating Beauty all the time as anyone who has followed my blog or more, been to my home will attest grandly to, and I do believe in all the magic that lives in my heart and soul and there is no end to my creating. But...my mind and heart is of a communality essence, an ''us'' type of thinking/feeling, I dream in terms of us as opposed to just me and is inclusive of so much and so many. When I want to make effects, it includes others, when I dream, I am not the only one in my dreams. This has taken my query into the outer world where I learned of unspeakable things and seeing so much has become unbearable. My faith in God was lost in this. Apparently my social type of thinking doesn't serve ''me''. Though I have created and live this Beauty, I still find myself alone in it and others who share it are also too alone,so far away or suffering too much. Either I have not learned how to dream properly, or living in Beauty is a lonely place. Not sure.
ReplyDeleteBut your words of and quotes of Faith have sparked some beginnings of an epiphany in me especially in light of the dream I had last night and to mark this as a possible divination I will post on it for posterity and for my self. thank you,
Lady.
Cielo, your little cottage is lovely. The gardens are spectacular. You truly have the magic touch! I'm so happy for you that you've realized your dream. I always look forward to reading your posts.
ReplyDeleteHaving a dream come true and your heart's desire become real is a blessing beyond bounds - and to realize and appreciate where you are is a real gift.
ReplyDeleteWe live in a clearing among huge trees, too, and have a large set-back from the road with few neighbors so love the tranquillity and amazing fresh O2 from the many trees that surround us.
Thank you for sharing your story!
Hugs!
Your cottage is a magical place Cielo. I remember when you first posted pictures of it all those months ago and I thought it looked beautiful even then. Now with all the flowers and plants and a comfy setee on which to sit and enjoy warm evenings, it looks even more enchanted.
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