(Saturday, December 13, 2014) Moon: third quarter Virgo / Tarot: ace of cups
Chris and I are house-hunting in England, which appears to be home. We drive by a pretty enclave of Victorian-era beach houses, built of golden stone bricks. I tell Chris that we own a house in this little community, so we drive through a low stone gate, over a grassy knoll and onto the beach.
The beach houses are connected, like row houses in a city. Each has a patio with a low stone wall facing the sunny beach. We walk through the patio door into our house. Our neighbors are inside, doing some construction work for us (insulating). The main floor is small, comprised of just a sitting room and a kitchen. The bedrooms are up a narrow flight of stairs.
I love the brilliant sun of the ocean and the warm sand of the beach. But the house is not grand enough for Chris so he insists we move on.
Day notes:
Sabine would suspect this to be a past life dream.