The Seed's Rest

The room smells of sandalwood and jasmine. Soft light enters the windows that are facing the waterfall. A feeling of calming presence and comfort fills the heart when you cross the threshold as the warm firelight kisses the skin from across the room. The home is made of stones and wood weaving together like they grow into place where they were. Light smoke rising from the chimney that smells of herbs. The invitation enters the heart before the feet find the steps that reach for the door. The door is made of a warm cedar color or maple wood. Warm to the touch. There are jasmine vines hugging the post of the porch as if they are growing from the very wood the porch is made from. Wild herds are growing in wild gardens kept with a tender hand just enough to keep the stone path clear that leads to the home. The glow through the sage green and ocean blue almost colbolt colored curtains cast a almost rainbow color as the fire like kissed the crystals hanging within them. A gental wind chime sings softly within the breeze coming from the path from the waterfall and the sound blends with the gentle flow of the water over the stones. Home. The only thought that enters the mind when such a sight graces the heart.