Walk a cobblestone street with beautifully constructed Italian shoes,
Dance like no one is watching while everyone is watching
Love passionately, abundantly with fervor
Though these things are simple they are the things of which I dream.
I have dared to dream many dreams in my life and been laughed at by those who are not daydreamers. There are people in this world who when they were children they became discouraged by dreaming and soon forgot how to do it altogether. I have never lost that ability. I still daydream on a daily basis but more than that I dare to dream of what my life will bring and how it will be changed. My daydreams are intricate mazes tied to the current details of my life only the details how I would like them to become.
To walk arm in arm with a man,
Who while walking with me, lifts me above what I could be on my own,
To take my children around the world not just in my stories but also in person,
To show them what reckless abandonment of selfishness led me to scoop them into my arms,
And have them understand and want to replicate it.
I am not afraid of change but rather embrace it. I have never been great at keeping things the same. I have a gypsy soul much like my grandmother, who could only show hers by wearing clothes and jewelry no one else would dare. Neither of us like to keep our feet on the ground but much prefer our head in the clouds. Both of us have been tossed by the harsh waves of life against many a rock that tried to drown us but both managed to keep our heads above water. Gypsies, they wander about, they daydream, they sing. They do not want the carbon copy life of a capitalist society or one of the communist model either. They prefer, or should I say we prefer, to live life on our own terms. We have faith and it is deep but others don't always recognize it.
To smile that secret smile across a room at someone who knows but then again doesn't,
To climb a high mountain and shout from the top,
To listen to a concert where my son is the star,
And sail on a boat to a far off isle.
Recently I have embraced speaking a new language. It is difficult and challenging. But my gypsy soul longs to speak another language because in that I can begin to live out that dream of mine to live on a farm in Italy. I wonder if that would be too much of a settled life for this gypsy soul of mine but I think not because I would make sure I could leave often enough to make it bearable. I am sure that would not be my only job as well. Of course, the challenges of having a self-sustaining farm with all the things I dream to grow would be a full-time job.
Grapes hanging on the vine in the warm sun,
Olives dangling from the tree,
Fruit trees with their temptations of apricot, apple and blood oranges,
Beds filled with zucchini, tomatoes, basil, oregano,
Rosemary hedges lining a walkway mixed with the smell of lavender,
A patio to sit and indulge the senses and sip a warm cup of tea.
I look forward to all the visitors in my life and the stories they tell. I look forward to retelling their stories as well. We will share our adventures because we are dreamers. Only dreamers would make the journey to my far away farm. And only another dreamer would share it with me.
My at home dreams for now are simpler; hike all the trails I have not hiked yet in my area, conquer new skills such as rock climbing, travel as much as my budget will allow to as far away as I can and share glasses of wine with family and friends and appreciate every second I have with them. And of course, I wish to share love with each person in my life in the unique way that shows their unique role in my life. And last of all to keep on dreaming.
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