Dreams
Holding onto a hope that one day I do get to experience a bit of joy from the laughter of childhood. For certain there were bits I have forgotten. Right now the stroll down memory lane always takes me back the the fields of gold. Ones overruled by wheat and corn.
Indeed then it takes me back to the workshops of my grandfathers. One teaching me precise measurements in building and constructing. The other teaching me of weaving, molding, planting and pickings. Indeed a sharp memory I clingy too. Happy times.
Down to the dreams and hopes. Those bits and pieces of me that seem to fade here and there. Yet hold me strong in other areas.
The standing hope is that I use my skills they taught me well. Still I dream of a home in the mountains. I never really dream of a house on the beach because its is not of a sound foundation. The ocean is beautiful to visit but not live.
Then the desire to hold hands with all those I have grown to love. Silly is that they are so few but they are the ones I hold deep. Onto those dreams of teaching and learning. Always in search. Always in hopes.
Then the dream of a small cottage of my own. A small studio that is just for me. Up in the mountains and one near the beach. Two places I can come to to find me again.
Small victories when I do accomplish these things even if in details or outskirts of the dream. Still each step takes me closer.
The need to have my closest friends near, even more important. Perhaps they can finally label me as the crazy cat lady but without cats. LOL
Indeed I sigh right now. Out of the shower and dreaming of owning a day in a sauna. Truly the dream at the moment. One full day or a whole weekend with food. Yeah that is a dream I hold dear. From my youth to now. I smile.
What do you think? A sauna day or weekend? Full of relaxation and food. What say you?
Indeed then it takes me back to the workshops of my grandfathers. One teaching me precise measurements in building and constructing. The other teaching me of weaving, molding, planting and pickings. Indeed a sharp memory I clingy too. Happy times.
Down to the dreams and hopes. Those bits and pieces of me that seem to fade here and there. Yet hold me strong in other areas.
The standing hope is that I use my skills they taught me well. Still I dream of a home in the mountains. I never really dream of a house on the beach because its is not of a sound foundation. The ocean is beautiful to visit but not live.
Then the desire to hold hands with all those I have grown to love. Silly is that they are so few but they are the ones I hold deep. Onto those dreams of teaching and learning. Always in search. Always in hopes.
Then the dream of a small cottage of my own. A small studio that is just for me. Up in the mountains and one near the beach. Two places I can come to to find me again.
Small victories when I do accomplish these things even if in details or outskirts of the dream. Still each step takes me closer.
The need to have my closest friends near, even more important. Perhaps they can finally label me as the crazy cat lady but without cats. LOL
Indeed I sigh right now. Out of the shower and dreaming of owning a day in a sauna. Truly the dream at the moment. One full day or a whole weekend with food. Yeah that is a dream I hold dear. From my youth to now. I smile.
What do you think? A sauna day or weekend? Full of relaxation and food. What say you?
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