This month, Our dream was presented on a golden platter

And we said no

Our dream was presented to us on a golden platter…. And we said no.

These last few weeks have been big for us. 

For any of you that have been around for a while, know that we are in a vision quest towards a big goal in our life. 

To “own” land (I say that in quotation marks because we all know who the true custodians of this land is)

To have a cottage that we have full creative rights to and can craft it into a home to raise our family in. The sort of place that ignites a peaceful heart and it’s own little sanctuary.

I dream of eventually building the “dream” biofilic eco and sustainable designed home on the same property, maybe out of hemp, or mud… still deciding haha. 

To have thriving veg gardens, mainly growing butternut pumpkins, sweet potato, mushrooms, strawberries, oranges and papaya because it’s what we eat the most of, though if we happened to stumble across something with 40 year old mature avocado trees I’ll be dancing my happy dance. 

I imagine a big grassy clearing by the house for kids to play, and for us to sit. A nature playground… I’d love my dad to design it for us, he’s set up a few initiatives for nature playgrounds at schools he had been associated with in the past. 

Of course I imagine chickens, with a big beautiful coop, far enough from the house that we get on a little quad bike and ride down with the kids on the back clutching their baskets eager to see if there are any eggs. 

Riding a quad around the property, and up to my friend who lived down the road was a core memory of my own childhood. Especially when family friends would come over and I’d ask dad if I could go ride the quad, perfectly timed, 10 minutes before they were due over, just so I could pull up by their car, take my helmet off and shake my head in slow motion *main character energy*. 

I imagine A greenhouse built with cob (basically mud and straw and sand) with rustic old windows that don’t match scattered over the whole thing. 

A greenhouse that’s actually a well insulated glass house, that can fit a couch and an easel amongst the plants. 

I often think about a big geodesic dome as an event and retreat space, for us to host mens, women’s, couples, weekends and likely a little bushshool for the wild kiddies around. 

I dream of an office that’s a 50m walk from home for Tully, hidden in some trees, with a sauna and fire pit. 

I dream of slow mornings, and a consistent family rhythm that evolves as we all do. I see my children thriving, having an established, grounded and beautiful community, and living simply. 

Below: Parts of our vision quest so far, traveling the corners of Australia to find “home”, and the opportunity that was presented to us this month… And why it ticked most the boxes but we still said no…