Back in the 1980's, I used to lay in my bed in my basement apartment on a city street writing in my journal about my future. I wrote about marriage, children, travel, and teaching. Also while driving in the car, I would talk aloud about the plans I had for my students, classroom, and teaching. I was playing with my dreams, dreams about marriage, children, travel, and teaching, dreams that came true.
Now, as a retired teacher, I am taken back to thos early 80's, a time of lots of dreaming, to another rich time of dreams. I find myself pulled toward a light which includes nurturing my adult children and perhaps grandchildren someday. A light that includes a warm, welcoming home, renewed/revised family traditions, sustainable living and community service of some kind.
So right now, I am a collector of dreams, a planter of dream seeds, an author of my future. Where will this take me? I'm not quite sure, but I'm open to the call. Onward.