Other story here. Our friend had had her home for almost 22 years. She had spent countless hours in her yard shaping it to a jungle paradise where giant Orchids could pretty much take-over a tree. The Lady talks to flowers. I know she does. Magic happens there. Her place was a celebration of Mother Earth living hand in hand with a beautiful Human Soul. An inspiring place for anyone who ever stopped by, anyone who spent evenings at her Art studio jamming with paints and brushes and blank canvas. Anyone who came and listened to the sound of waves braking down the cliff, the wind swirling in the coconut trees and on the most beautiful winter days, you could maybe hear a whale's song. Don't try and picture some big mansion here. No. The place was little. More of a shack-size kinda home. But it seemed much bigger to me. Luckily she moved just a few hundreds feet away, literally. This made the move an easy one for all of us (I admit I was on baby watch). Yet it's a new home. A new space, new vibes, new sounds. And it will take a little bit of time for her to adjust. But I can not wait to see the space evolve as she settles in. As she lets her magic play the partition. I heard her talk about how she was going to grow taro and turmeric plants. I smiled. Just before leaving, she showed me a beautiful Azalea in a pot. I had given it to her when we made our crazy move a year and a half ago. She told me it had not stop blooming ever since I gave it to her.
You know there is beauty in someone's heart when flowers smile at them.
I hope she will be able to make this place hers for another 22 years. No less.