It snowed again. And then again. There’s more in the forecast. Nothing as big as that last round, but still notable for us. Laugh all you want, Northerners, this February has been a heckuva wintery ride down here in the southland. We know it’s nothing to you, but down here, it’s really NOT nothing.
Watching the snow fall, we watch the plan for the day go down the drain, again. But then, what are plans for?
The snow makes a clean palette. The mud gets covered in a beautiful white powder. All the toy monster trucks that Levon left out in his favorite mud pit? Under the snow. The torn remay row covering and anything green left underneath it? Under the snow. All the projects, waiting for a sunnier day? Under the snow. It’s temporary. It’s a reminder. It’s a beautiful opportunity to remember what deep winter time is about.
It’s dream time.
After all, we have a house to build this year. We have a whole new piece of land to dream about, and we still want to tend our little garden here this year too. That’s lots of dreams already, and those are the grown – up ones. We might as well start clarifying the vision.
Everyone has their two cents to put in, and as we draw pictures and hash things out, it becomes clear so quickly that if we didn’t have this messy indoor dreamtime, if we just dove straight into building and DO-ing, in the longer, warmer, busier days, we could easily make a lot of mistakes in our dream actualization.
Joni Mitchell was right – dreams do lose their grandeur coming true. And the details aren’t always what you think they might be. Dreams change, even if the heart of them stays the same. Sometimes they are better, or different, but changes of plan don’t mean that we aren’t still building the same dream.
Our family is dreaming with our eyes open right now. We are watching for blind spots, knowing we won’t catch them all, but doing our best to consider all the nooks and crannies, our past and our future, our realities and desires. It is amazing to watch, in waking dreamtime, what we keep and what falls away.
We don’t know how our lives will look this time next year. We just know it will be different, and that we will be sure to have plenty of firewood.