My dream.

Over the past few weeks I've been thinking a lot about when we first moved here. About who we were then, who we wanted to become, what we saw in this place and what we wanted to create. I'm not sure if its springtime, if its the renewed perspective after the caravan trip, or if its the fact that I can see our vision coming to fruition, but its on my mind all the time.

Twelve-ish years ago, we made a decision to stop fighting and protesting against all the things in the world we disagreed with, and to create something beautiful instead. To make something we could be proud of, to grow amazing, organic fruit and veg, to improve our piece of the world and to bring up some great kids and have a wonderful family life together.

This morning on our egg round I couldn't get the last two out of my head.

Back then when we were making plans to move our lives from the Melbourne suburbs to the country, I dreamed it would include a life lived WITH my farmer boy. I didn't want him to ride off on his bike to work anymore. I wanted him here with me. I wanted to live our lives together. To make plans together and make them happen together.

I wanted to bring up children who understood where their food came from and to play an active role in growing it. I wanted them to understand the role of the seasons, the weather and the insects and animals.

I wanted them to breathe lots of fresh air, to be able to get dirty, to have lots of room to run and climb and dance and no neighbours so they could scream as loud as they needed to.

I wanted them to love and honour and respect and care.

And I wanted to bring up children who could run free. Who would have wild imaginations. Who weren't frightened to take risks.

This morning on the egg run I thought about that Kate of 12 years ago and I whispered to her. I told her that although she was making a tough decision to move away from her family and friends and the life she had always known, that it was the right decision. That it was the only decision. That she could have all this and more. That it is possible.

Have a gorgeous Sunday
Keep dreaming.
I am.
x

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