I think my ultimate goal in life is to live in harmony with nature. A cottage in the woods where all the windowsills are lined with crystals, candles and salt/crystal lamps scattered all around for light during the long nights. The stars and moon would shine so clearly and brightly through the skylights in the roof. There would be a large, open fireplace in the open plan kitchen and sitting room, and a large antique wooden clock would sit atop it, surrounded by jars full of seashells and rocks. The floor would be polished stone, as would the walls, but insulated with straw, while the roof would be wooden and thatched. The colorscheme would be all mustard, burnt sienna and royal blue for furniture, beds and cushions, and there would be a loft for my children over the living room. My wife or husband (or both, or more than one, because I'm an open-minded fella) would have a room in a tower part of the cottage, level with the trees so we can see the rivers, lakes and forestry below us, and the sky from the skylight above. We would live off the food we grow, boiled water from the river and the produce we gather from our animal friends. I would be a mysterious person the travels into the nearby town markets on Sunday to stock up on anything we can't get for ourselves (all organic) and do so in my gypsy van, where I would read tarot cards and sell my spellbooks, clothes and trinkets I make. I'd secretly be friends with the town gossip, who would report back to me with all the crazy theories the townfolk have come up with. Anyway, eventually kids would get curious, as they do, and start showing up on my doorstep, having followed me from town. I would welcome them in and make them leave their cellphones at the door. I would tell them the forgotten stories of mystery, fae, nature, the old gods and teach them how to work the land, heal and cultivate nature in the most respectful and least wasteful way.
