A journey towards Independent

Windhaven

Mrs. Farah's entrance was as energetic as the person she was, very colorful and full of character. A big woman with white fluffy hair and wearing patchworks of many colors she could easily have been a part of the cottage furniture. The warmth entered the house when Jasmine opened the door; honey-coloured wooden floors, bright rugs, and paintings of Windhaven artisans covered the walls.

“Jasmine! Welcome, welcome, dear!” Mrs. Farah said with a happiness that felt like warm embrace. “I think that it must be very thirsty after your long journey,” the landlord said in his peculiar way “You sit here and let me make you tea.” Jasmine took the free ride. The energy that flowed from Mrs. Farah chased away any of the fear that was still in her heart, she could feel the chains of her old life fading away. Mrs. Farah said, “this house was built in eighteen hundred before but the spirits of elder artists are still here helping with creativity and It gave me the feeling of freedom.”

”Mrs. Farah went on laughing at the fun she is having with the interview she is conducting. “It is a lighthouse you understand; every night it guides the boats safely home and you know the light is so warm and comforting in this thick fog The thing that keeps everyone here sensible is the light of the arts.” Mrs. Farah described Windhaven as the place where creativity danced between the buildings and people and shops filled with artwork that the residents put their passion in. Jasmine felt creativity stirring in her, like light in the morning breaking through the night.

“Thank you,” Jasmine said gently, and I got the feeling she was not just being polite. “It has this magic, this energy, I haven’t felt it in years." Mrs. Farah brushed her words aside. “Sweetheart you always found your way to Windhaven, there is a place in this world for everyone.” However, another part of Jasmine awoke within her, the side who never sleeps, the side who quietly observes. But what had led her into such a flighty place? The desire to run away from a good life that she had planned for herself and have a disappointing life had pushed her to look for adventure, a new spill of excitement, but the thought of what she left behind followed her like dew in the morning.

The act of sharing laughter made Jasmine to go have a tour around her new sanctuary. She walked into the living area of the house, light filled the room through big bays that opened to a breathtaking view of the sea. Big waves beaten the rocks at the base and constant in their force, there were tall pine trees all around that seemed to guard the edge of the cliff. Enthusiastically, the smell of the brine awakened her spirit recalling the spirit of the summers and joy of splashing in water when someone feel so big while the ocean seems to be endless.

With a deep breath, Jasmine got her sketch pad from a corner by the fire place, where a set of paints was placed for use just like Mrs. Farah’s artistic personality. Sitting at the edge of the balcony and looking at the painting in front of her, she saw the storm of colors in her mind painting the waves for illustrating the principle of renewal. She finally found a place she can call home. And when she picked up her pencil and prepared to draw, she perceived that the expectancy of what had yet to be drawn made her heart’s darkness glow where shadown had reigned before. Jasmine was happy as it reminded her of a lighthouse from the cliff. The first time for the years, she felt only the tender and joyful curve of happiness like a sea wave that flooded her with the pleasant energy. This is the place in which she will not only discover who she is but also learn that her soul is like the flowers in the garden near the cottage a wild artwork blooming in the middle of people’s storm.