House of Dreams

Some interesting stuff in Bloglandia again today. Pushing through fears. Walking your true path. Kali.

In work today I dreamt of Wetherham and the dreams shifted, it almost felt real. I felt as if I really did live there. As if F and I were really were stashing a van full of Ikea flat packed furniture in the garage and coming back to this house to sleep for the night before going back to put it all up.... Filling up the coach house, our new home while we work on the renovation life project that is the main house.

I guess my problem is that my dream needs some help in order for me to be able to live it. Maybe I have made my dream too specific. Maybe I have made my dream so real as a way of avoiding ever having to do anything about it. Well i don't care, it is still my dream. I fell in love with that house and maybe I never will get to live there. I just hope that whoever does really appreciates the spirit of that place. I hope they understand what a valuable gift they have been given.

Who knows, maybe it is the energy I have put into my dreaming of Wetherham that has stopped it selling. The owners had an article written about the house in a national newspaper, the wife has cancer and they wish to sell as they wish to live closer to where she can be treated. Cornwall is a large area with a relatively low population density, we have hospitals but not the degree of specialist care you can find in the cities.

I release Wetherham. I release any energy I have poured in that is preventing people moving on. if it is meant to be my home then maybe one day it will be, in this life or the next... or maybe it was in a previous life. I am still going to dream though! Wetherham is my muse, my dream hideaway.....

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I guess that was timing... I just went to check up on the house and discovered a sold sign.... Fare thee well, sweet Wetherham. XXX