Even the best experiences can be enriched by the magic of synchronicity. As Heraclitus stated:

 "The unseen design of things is more harmonious than the seen."

  

I learned the truth of these words and experienced the beauty of synchronicity through my years in our second Australian home -- the home of my dreams: (below)

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I was not fond of our first Australian home -- the rooms managed to be grey, dreary and depressing  in a land of bright sunny days. We lost this place when gale forces winds brought down a crumbling brick chimney straight through water  pipes in the ceiling, resulting in a messy, stinking, flooded, "bloody" mess. I have to admit that it was a bittersweet experience to begin searching for another home.

It took seven days of reading index cards in the windows of Cronulla, NSW real estate offices to come across a space perfectly suited to us.  In every possible way, the "unseen design of things" could indeed be credited for the existence of this particular home down to the last detail. 

After living here for several months, I developed a fanciful idea about the perfect ecto-plasmal connection between the homeowner and myself. A synchronous intertwining of like minds, melding my nocturnal subconscious into her daily planning for the home designed and built to suit our combined dreams for the perfect home.

Although the structure was magnificent, the location can only be described as magical.  The tiered stoned planters, the precariously perched heated pool, and the stone terrace all over looked a view down down the river, past the estuary, straight out to the Pacific Ocean.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 The tiered garden was my favorite place. Levels of giant rosemary and lavendar bushes, evolvulos, convolvulos, penstemone. nasturtium,  daisies, salvia -- in a bed not shown lettuce, onions, other herbs -- plus thyme all the way down the stone steps. I added assylum to the cracks in the steps which was fun, as well as some roses at the front of the home.

        A gardener's paradise.  The home of my dreams. 

I am grateful forever for the opportunity to have lived here. I thank the woman who staked her claim to this piece of Australian heaven. She had to fight the city council to build on a recorded Aboriginal memorial. Since this parcel is located just off the tip of a peninsula, down the lane from existing private homes, and inaccessible by water, the council agreed to issue a building permit on condition that the rock carving be preserved.

The glyphs are a well-loved  treasure on this property!

Truly a place I never wanted to leave in person and will always hold with fondest memories in my heart. 

Thank you for reading my story!