My Dream House Brought to Life

In light of my commitment

to stay alert and grateful  ,

I found my secret dream home today.

This closed,shuttered, abandoned church,

on the side of the road,

(which is my favorite geographical location)

brought that dream to life.

 
With the greatest respect and wonder,

for this beautifully worn house of God,

I thought,

I want a house like this.

I want this to be a house…

Another house.

An extra house.

This so perfectly fits my secret dream

of having a small house on a piece of farm or ranch land

in South Texas.

This house could take the heat and harsh

conditions

that are uniquely beautiful

where I live.

This is our winter.

This house in my dreams,

discovered today in Santa Maria, Texas

(on my way to a basketball game),

came to life today because

I was alert.

In my dream house,

this house,

the floors would be polished and dark,

the walls in stucco painted a soft white,

the candles beeswax,

the wood furniture humble and dark,

the upholstered pieces colorful and comfortable,

the flowers wild,

the glasses clear,

the couch pillows soft,

the windows polished and bare,

the books old.

In this extra house,

the surfaces would also be bare,

(after all in this SOUL house no extras are needed)

the rugs colorful,

the bedding all white,

the fruit cut up and cold in the refrigerator,

the coffee delicious,

the iced tea adorned with wedges of Mexican limes from a tree outside

the kitchen window.

This pile of Mexican pavers

would become a simple

maze of patios and walkways,

leading to the mailbox,

and to the back patio

trellised in wrought iron,

covered with trailing

hot pink

bougainvillea.

If you came to visit,

we could have coffee outside

with hot, fresh bolillos,

slathered in sweet cream butter and marmalade,

and end our breakfast with fresh squeezed orange juice.

And then while I watered you could take a little

morning nap,

or read a book,

or we could look at cookbooks to plan dinner.