I just went and looked at some office space in a building near my home. It’s in an old schoolhouse called the Wallingford Center. It’s a small space with no natural light, but it has big windows and doors opening into the interior courtyard, and enough room for an office and some classroom/studio space. It’s been empty six months. I have no idea what the leasing price is, but I called the agent and left a message.

It would be nice, wouldn’t it, to have a place to teach classes on art journaling for the soul? A place to see my friends play music while people ate my neighbor’s chocolates. A place for Helene to offer dance lessons, and for Claire to teach collage. A place for Jeremy and Bethany to pass on their passion for wine, and for Lindell to hold conversations about science and divinity. A place for me to meet directees so my home office could become a guest room for pilgrims and housemates.

A silly dream really….with no capital to speak of and nary a business plan in site. Nonetheless, it’s a fairy tale I keep nurturing—even if just through a wander and a phone call.….