years ago I moved into my grandparents house when they left. It wasn't exactly an inheritance, but it was indeed a gift. A refuge, a side door out of the corporate world, and expectations. I sat and meditated for nine months.

Over the past decade, I have had a recurring dream, that I inherit that house, and go through this... rather obvious door, that I somehow never managed to enter. an incredible space opens, huge, expansive, dilapitated.

it needs work, but it offers space to create my true dreams. what I need is right here with me...Yesterday I recorded a new flow in a giant, dilapitated, mostly empty, barn. It is lovely, a true expression of my soul.

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