Ever since I was a little girl, I fall into sleep with fantasy… Lately I’m wondering why these fantasies always stay with-in the fictional confines of my mind, but never become reality. They are not impossible dreams- maybe just far reaching.
My dream always starts with an old adobe. It is seemingly small- cozy and welcoming- tucked in a valley and surrounded by rock and trees. There is a beautiful view and many windows, and the energy is relaxing, calm and comforting. There is a tiny sun room that serves as a mud room- simply decorated with a couch over flowing with cushions and a hammock chair that hangs in the far corner. A perfect setting for morning tea. There is a bathroom off to the right, showcasing a super deep tub built of rocks. It looks like something from the hot springs that are near-by. A few steps above the sun room is the kitchen. The biggest room of the house, of course, and the fanciest as well. State of the art appliances line the corner two walls, and a curved island gracefully separates the cooking area from the dining area. There is also an outside covered patio for breakfast- and I can imagine enjoying coffee and watching the birds from that area. The dining table is round and made of mahogany wood… I imagine having big family dinners at this table with lots of laughter and happiness. Once thru the kitchen comes the living area. It’s small, simple, and basic- with a love seat and papazon chair to lay in. There is a kiva fireplace in the corner, and a wall cabinet to hide the television and other electronic entertainment deemed necessary by the children. My house also has an office/library for me, a playroom for the kids, and the bedroom is big enough for all of us- it’s a loft and has a bath as well.
The house is part of a compound in northern New Mexico, right behind the Rio Grande river. It’s a close knit community of like-minded families and is some-what considered “off-grid.” We would all have our own responsibilities, and everyone would be expected to contribute to our community. The compound would be driven to self-sustainablity- and would boast an organic farm with all the basics. We’d have a garden, fruit trees, and native honey. The children will be un-schooled/home schooled depending on their families wishes but all the children are close and play well together.
I also spend time dreaming of a bed of my own. Of not being touched, poked, pulled, or sucked on by littles. I’d love a meal without husbands, babies, friends of babies, or puppies eating off my plate. My dreams include my own space, and my own stuff- A safe place where i can leave my coke, computer, cell phone, clothing, and food laying around with-out having to worry about where it’ll end up.
Maybe one day~~ my dreams will become a reality…?
