Can you see the open hearth through the window, there’s a log fire burning, with space for passers by to come in and get warm. Can you feel the welcome, a rhythm of hope beckoning those with trampled dreams to stop and take refuge; to be loved and find rest.
In the bedroom there are ‘maps’ laid out on the floor, places not yet discovered. New adventures rising, beyond current understanding, dreams not yet dreamed, times and places yet to be revealed.
Friends old and new are gathering, a fresh purpose arising, little by little the walls of mistrust are crumbling and the invitation is out to “Come and join with me”.
There is a studio and in it a desire for new creative expression finds a place to linger and grow, words on a page tumble down the walls like crystal reflections in a waterfall.
For the child who was lost has found a home, now is the time, now is the time
It’s time to live again
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