My Dream

My dream is to live in a very old church someday
with walls of plaster, stone or brick
&
 floors of wood or concrete.

Under arches everywhere.

To feel the open doorways.

To feel the open ceilings.

To feel the simplicity.

To live in the juxtaposition of old & modern.

To feel the pure energy of the walls.

To hear the echos of church bells, the voices of Angels

&

warm wavy windows of light everywhere. 

So.

Because I don't really think my dream never really will come true.

 I have decided my home is my church.

 I find peace here.

There are no arches, but the arches I live under are rounded.  I try to roll off what is not important.

There are no big open ceilings & doorways,

but my opportunities have no ceiling and there is always a new doorway to walk through...

My walls are soaked with windows of light.

And I really do hear Angels sometimes.

I imagine the sound of church bells everyday in my mind

from a church on a hill in the South of France.

And it is this that keeps me going everyday.

Hugs Beautiful Angels!

XXOO's

fin

photo 1 Kathy Hackman from pinterest all other photos google images.