Could there be anything more trite and mundane to write about on what is essentially supposed to be a metaphysical blog than living room curtains?
Probably not. And yet, read on…
As those of you who have been following the unfolding miracle that is Lime Cottage will know, I’ve been on the most extraordinary journey into conscious creation since the start of this year.
Through an amazing series of synchronicities I’ve reached a point where I’m now signing the contract to own a neglected 17th century cottage with an impossibly pretty garden in arguably the most mystical town in England. I still have to pinch myself in the mornings to believe it’s really happening.
If you’ve yet to be convinced of the magic involved, take a look at the latest episode of the story:
It started when a friend from California was visiting Glastonbury for the weekend. She’d heard about the cottage and was desperate to take a look. The trouble was, until all the legal stuff is tied up, I don’t have access to the key.
Nothing daunted, I went to see the estate agent and asked if it would be possible to take my friend to help me measure up for curtains. It was the closest I could come to a legitimate reason for being allowed back inside the house.
Luckily I get along very well with the people in the estate agents’ office and one of them kindly offered to come and open up for us, so that we could do the measuring.
Having put the good lady to all that trouble, the least we could do was to take the measurements, which we duly did as my friend wandered about commenting on the potential. I measured. My friend made neat notes for me in my little brown notebook – the one I was going to take with me to the weekend workshop on Spiritual Practice we were due to attend.
Cut to a coffee break at said workshop the following day, when we were chatting to one of the other participants and telling her about our curtain measuring escapade.
“But do you really need new curtains?” this lady asked pointedly.
“Oh yes,” I said, failing to see the significance of her question. “I genuinely do. I’ve nothing that will fit those windows.”
Then I sat in total amazement as she proceeded to explain that her partner had worked for two very well known high-end upholstery manufacturers. Both companies had allowed staff to buy old stock at heavily discounted prices, so that she now had a loft full of high quality curtains of all shapes, colours and sizes.
“Let me know your colour schemes and how many you need,” she smiled. “I’d be more than happy to sort you some out. They’ll be free, of course. They’re just sitting up there. Do you happen to have a note of the sizes with you?”
Unable to believe my luck, I tore the page from my brown notebook and handed it to her.
“Brilliant,” she said, tucking it into her bag. “I’ll sort you some out and bring them with me when I’m back here in the summer.”
So superficially, yes, I’m lucky to be getting some curtains from this generous and thoughtful person. But as she zipped her bag shut, she grinned and said, “Well that was meant to be, wasn’t it?”
I nodded and explained that the LIME in Lime Cottage stands for ‘Life Is Miracles Expected’.
Maybe one day I’ll get used to the extraordinary little miracles it gives me…
I do hope not. I’m so loving the magic!