i do not contain the dreams of most, but rather, dreams that belong to me, to my little tribe. i do not dream of a large house, or to bathe in money, nor to be arrogant and turn away from those in need, not to be better than. my dream is to have a modest and cozy home, windows open with the breeze filling my home with all things satisfying. to collect pieces that have stories, that are worn and fading away. to be surrounded by babes who find joy in the simplest of things, that require a whole lot of nothing to be quite simply pleased. to have a man, strong and gentle, by my side loving me for all of me, a man who wants to get lost in books and knowledge, who wants to continue to search my depths because he never tires and his love never exhausts, a man who wants to have a million babes because he adores me as a mama, he adores our children and that is the purest form of love to which we have created together. i dream to have the laziest of weekends spent making wild blueberry pancakes and french chocolate tarts. to nap on a generations old quilt underneath the trees. to make wishes upon the stars. to always explore nature and continuously be in awe of Him. to be surrounded in an aura of kindness and grace and thought too. to breathe in every glorious scent that surrounds me and never forget it. to teach my girls to garden and make fairy wands. to teach them to be secure and compassionate, to always love their beautiful selves. my guy to teach our boys courage and fortitude, tenderness and consideration. to graciously welcome any and all wisdom from those who have truly lived life. to make s’mores every summer evening. to sing and dance and be silly. to love and be loved. to stay up late and laugh. to have piles upon pile of pillows and blankets to invite anyone to stay a little while longer. to serve tea to our guests and encourage more memories. to capture fireflies. to marvel at our blessings. my dreams are made of these………..

i have included some photos that are so inspirational to me, that bring me a bit of simple joy……..

 

heart

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http://www.freepeople.com/profile/FPKaci/pics/adventuring/?gallery=true&sortType=recent&filter=all

Fresh air

garden house

http://tarahurst.com/journal/2014/8/13/deep-cove-solitude

Saturday Love

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http://www.mylittlefabric.com/les-pancakes-de-laurent-jeannin/

xoxo

happy mothers day………

…….warm……..

i feel warmth in the air…….the blooming buds tell me so. the sparrows and bluebirds tell me so with their canticle’s and lullaby’s. the incense of bladed grass, the scent of classical wisteria, the scent of honeyed transudation………tells me so.

goose-bumps feel my arms, feel them with the compassion that this warmth brings. i hear, but more importantly listen to the nature that surrounds me. i dig my hands into the soil, where the sun has lovingly created a tepid febricity. i include my children to acknowledge all that is lovely. all that God has created for us. for us to adore……to savor.

i devote so much attention to my children, to make sure they fully comprehend the beauty that surrounds us. in so many small ways. the un-dotted lady bugs that surround freshly sprouted clovers. the elderly we are so lucky to catch in their lessons of wisdom……showing us how to truly appreciate the thorny rose bush. watching the petite birds very meticulously pay mind to their surroundings as they gather their food. planting our fruits and veggies and excitedly awaiting their arrival, swearing they grow over-night, but also becoming impatient with fingers crossed and wishes made. all of this…….absolutely all of this, is what i want my children to know.

i look forward to so many things with this warmth………

vanilla bean ice cream with roasted strawberries and rhubarb

http://emmaduckworth.com.au/vanilla-bean-roasted-strawberries-rhubarb-popsicles/

a bowl of vanilla bean-roasted strawberry and rhubarb ice cream. i want to taste this incredibly well, on the most of sunny days.

MAMA

http://growingwildly.tumblr.com/post/63870541173

MAMA

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to protect and nourish my children. watching them grow. savoring the moments.

Bohemian floral Print.

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grabbing a hat and a lightweight blouse on those breezy warm days

love

http://threadsence.com/Blog/the-ultimate-showdown/

on those days where i need to be just me, with only me…..reflecting in Gods country.

dream garden

http://sewindie.com/blog/2013/5/10/03lvqon2s529u6dm17pddprayj7whr

surrounding myself with the scent of Heaven

wonder

http://nonconspiracyorchestra.tumblr.com/post/101098805919/danielodowd-barrut

…..following a path to something amazing…….incredible…….

xoxo

Lost….

I have this feeling of being “lost”….looking all around for that familiarity that I once knew. How did I lose my way? Would it make sense that doing routine things everyday, things that would appear familiar creates some sort of lost feeling.

What exactly did I lose….myself I suppose…..and I think that perhaps it’s okay when raising a family. I want to feel something…..have you ever had the slightest paper cut that by habit you would put slight pressure on just to feel the wound, to know that you can feel? I have……

I have been wanting so much to feel God wrap His love around me…….my whole being, to feel tingles because His love encompasses me so……I need and crave it. I have had quite a few convos with the Big Man upstairs as of late…..help me find my way….show me, dont allow me to become lost……..

I stopped looking for the familiar and just decided that hey, I’m kind of a lost soul, I didn’t want to be one, I dont want to raise my children while Im not even sure of who I am……but today, without looking, something familiar, something I once knew came back to me

There were trees outside with honeysuckle pink blossoms dancing like ballerinas, dancing to a song that the wind created as the light wind rustled through the leaves, a song that only nature could create, a song that was pure perfection. As I walked closer the scent of these blossoms filled me, filled me to the brim and it created an apparent smile that wasnt worth hiding from anyone….you see, the scent was my Grams, it was her….The smell was so familiar, it was a mixture of euphoric, magical, peaceful.

With the hue and scent also came along was a sense of calm….I was still within myself, allowing myself to just be, to recognize who I am and what I will be. I will have my own song that nature will create for me and my own dance to follow suit. I will not be lost, but positively free….I will enhance the teachings to my children, not to lose sight of who they are and who they will become…..they will become something…..and I will become the illustration to show them how.

Thank you God……thank you Grams for the song and dance

 

DREAM GARDEN

(Kiara de Krosse via Pinterest)