It is no secret that I am a dreamer. Often I do my dreaming out loud, or more recently, I do my dreaming here, on my blog. To write about my quilting was a safe place to begin. I started blogging in Sept 2013. I love the process and I love the journey. I love using words to express myself. Some people use music or art, or physical activity to express themselves. I use words.
I have been reading Julia Cameron's book The Miracle of Morning Pages again. The Morning Pages fascinate me. I have been writing them since Feb 2021.
I am a dreamer. I have scathingly brilliant ideas that come to mind and I want to share them with others in anticipation of them catching the vision and moving forward in it.
Maybe I am more of a visionary. So what is the difference? When I write, I just start writing and it is interesting to see where the words take me.
I am a dreamer. I set goals. I write daily To-Do lists and do them not. But it gives me a place to write things down so as not to forget them. But, alas, I quite often forget, or more realistically, I ignore the list. Does this, then become disobedience? Interesting thought.
I am a dreamer. I was wondering what my dreams and ambitions were when I was young. My only ambition was to get married and have kids. Well, I did get married at 19 and here I am 50 years later still married to the same man. Our children have grown and they now have children. That makes me a gramma. That was not in my early ambitions. It just came along as a bonus and a delightful one at that.
I am a dreamer. I have always been fascinated with the written word. I love to read. I have been writing for years and years. One does not complete a doctorate without a lot of reading and writing. But I am done with writing academic papers that someone else evaluates.
I am a dreamer. Somewhere along the way, I got the idea of writing and publishing a book. I think I was still in elementary school when I tried writing my first autobiography. I wrote a title and about one sentence then realized I did not have a story to tell. Yet.
I wrote my first book longhand two days a week for four weeks at a local retreat center. I knew it would get published one day. That happened 29 years later. But I had a story to share. It is the story of my journey with a profoundly handicapped child. It is the story of a beginning faith in a God who loves me, who created me, who knew what was going on in my life, who had chosen me to be the mother of a very special child. A God who gave his life that I might live.
I am a dreamer. I had been given the idea to write and publish a second book and a third book by my husband. I guess he saw the potential for something in the future. But I guess it was his dream not mine. Maybe this is one reason why those two books are only half-written. But then, six months ago, I had a new dream to write a book about how to stay married for 50 years. That is half-written also.
So, the dreamer part is good. The follow-through is difficult. I want to be known as a finisher. I want to be known as one who inspires. I want to be known as one who dropped a small pebble in the water and started a movement.
Ya. I am a dreamer. The little boys have come over for the weekend.
Blessings,
Chris





