I have a dream that one day our nation will rise up –
Oh Wait – wrong train of thought. Let’s try that again.
I have a dream that involves an old weathered barn, a
handful of chickens, honey bees, a deep pocket of trees and songbirds and a
pint-sized lake fed by a quaint stream. I can’t yet plot this dream on a map so
for now it continues to live in a Brain File I have labeled DREAMS. I can’t
really remember when this Dream started but I can guarantee it’s not going
anywhere soon. Every day I just keep adding to it – furniture, neighbors,
fireplaces, what the Seasons will be like.
I have organized this Dream so well in my Brain File
that sometimes it feels so REAL. I can hear the birds
chirping and flitting through the azure blue sky, the gently flapping board
that is loose on the side of the barn (it has a mind of its own, no matter what
we do it just comes loose again!)…I can smell the wonderfully robust coffee,
that I have just roasted the day before, dripping into its pot, paired with the
cinnamon scones that have just come out of the oven. I can feel the sun on my
face as I sit cozied up in a locally hand-crafted Adirondack chair while I
stare out at the acre’s worth of garden which sits next to my little chicken
coop with my four chickens (who run freely during the day, of course) – all of
which produce different colored eggs – green, pink, brown and white! The
cutest, quaintest little town sits just 5 miles from our home (which will have
a name, you know, like after the family that owned the land for 250 years
before we bought it). Here in this town, I will have a simple little shop
selling an assortment of things and down on the end of the main street, my
husband will have his brewery that he dreams of. His Brain File of wishes is
labeled BEER rather than DREAMS… His brewery will be the town hub where
everyone comes to meet and be neighborly.
I could go on and on as I do in my head daily – if you
look at me and I am spacing off, 9 times out of 10 I am in my Brain File
accessing this place. It may never come to fruition but what do you have if not
dreams to look forward to?
