Hearts that dream

There are times when I create a perfect life for myself or at least how I see it. .It's like the ingredients for a cake with a pinch of this and a dash of that all mixed together to create an end result. Im living in a forest with a woman who is as free as the nature that surrounds us. I go back to the days of Woodstock, where I saw her knowing we were meant to be together. We built our house with lots of rooms and a huge fireplace made of fieldstone.

Outside we had gardens, many of them that we would tend and harvest. There was a basement of mud under our house and its there we stored the fruits and vegetables to feed us in the cold months of winter. A massive pile of firewood stood alongside a small barn that sheltered our chickens and a goat she had to have. We had a horse at one time but age took her away from us and the stall has never been used since.

We raised two kids there teaching them the needs of the land and the importance of giving back what you take. They grew to be fine adults living their dreams but coming back home during the times that were always important to us as a family. Now it's just us two who live what was our dream come true. She still puts flowers in her hair as we walk hand in hand across meadows of glowing fireflies, each of us aware that our journey was a journey of the mind and a heart that dreamed.

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