Dreams are curious things. They provide a certain sense of purpose and drive, pulling my thoughts ever into the future. My thoughts have been racing along this path since we decided to make this move. Now that we have actually taken the first major step toward those dreams, they are faltering. Hesitating. My thoughts are slowing down and giving way to the present.
Carrying a load of cleaning supplies into the house, I pause on the porch and look out over the land. The same wind is blowing, though nippier than it was a month ago. The same sounds rise out of the drying feed corn still on the stalks, though grasshoppers no longer scatter at every step. The same openness surrounds me on every side. But I don’t see the goats browsing in the pasture, nor chickens darting about after insects. The orchard, like my garden, is just a field of overgrown grasses.
Sometimes it can be difficult for me to slow my thoughts down and just be, but for the moment, all that lies before me is real and is now. And I find a sense of satisfaction and contentment I’ve never found in a dream, as thrilling as working toward a dream can at times be.
There is something about taking that first tangible step that is bringing me out of my own dreams into the peacefulness of this moment. I savor it. And notice this moment holds a sense of peace for my children as well.
After a brief argument about who should carry the first board they came across, they settled into their work, collecting materials for their little dream castle in the woods.
And this, more than any of the plans for animals and crops I have made, is why I have wanted to make this move for a very long time.
I wish I could join you…there just never seems to be enough space, or time, or money. Best of luck to you as you get settled in. I imagine, one day soon, you’ll book back at this at the best decision you ever made.
Have a pleasant journey through paradise.
It seems more like a little slice of paradise now when I’m not getting up at four in the morning to milk, or chasing deer out of the garden in the middle of the night!
And I wish you could join me, too, Cheryl! We could start our own neighborhood.
Looks like you’ve died and gone to heaven!
thanks for popping by my blog and commenting. I look forward to reading about all your ups and downs in your new home.
Gill in Canada