Wake Up and Smell the Coffee

My two favorite bloggers have reminded me this week of the importance of simple joys and big dreams.

Simple joys for me include frequent e-mail exchanges with those I love and care about deeply, a long-long-distance phone call (hurrah for unlimited long distance!) from our daughter and her husband in British Columbia, a text message on my telephone
sometimes even with a picture of our grandsons, caller I.D. (yippee, it's Lee!), the sweet anticipation of a trip to Corning, snuggling with Dean, sharing books and field trips galore with Graham, visits from family and friends, and when distance separates, a web-cam visit with any/all of the above loved ones.

And then there are the very, very simple joys and they're often some of the sweetest -- getting up early when the house is quiet, a full pot of steaming coffee, a good book, classical music playing sweet and low, finding a piece of smooth glass at Seawall, spotting a heron in the still water, rughooking around a table with my best friends, beautiful yarn, the promise of beautiful patterns waiting to be knit up, hand-dyed wool waiting to be hooked into a rug, kayaking on quiet water, the view from a mountaintop in Acadia, singing in a choir that makes a glorious sound altogether, making a new friend, camping near a babbling brook in the woods, fog rolling in across the harbor, a new roll of stamps, and mail in our P.O. box.

Yup, simple.


The big dreams --- that's a taller order for me. Should I be dreaming at age 55? Sure. I dream of travel --New Zealand, the Canadian Rockies (of course, we'll be heading to Vancouver, BC!), the Canadian maritimes, Newfoundland and Labrador, and many places in Europe. I dream of learning to spin wool again. And maybe playing the hammered dulcimer or my harp again.


I dream of growing old with the man I love, Al.








I dream of reconciliation -- oh, wait!
That's a dream come true already!


And it occurs to me that we all have very different dreams. My dreams aren't the same as yours, and you certainly have dreams that I don't ponder either.

But that's O.K. Want a cup of hot coffee?