Making our Childhood Dreams a Reality
When I was a child I used to daydream about what life would be like as an adult. I would picture myself riding my Clydesdale horse to the nearest village to pick up supplies, long hair flowing, full-length woolen dress and cloak, basket on my arm.
I
imagined friends and neighbors coming to me for help with their
ailments, a herbal remedies and ointment for aches, a charm or talisman for the home, a cup of tea and a slice of chocolate cake to
offload, all conducted in my cosy cottage by candle light, the smell of incense in the air.
A
romantic fairytale image perhaps.
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I
would devour books which had the wise woman character in them, ones
that would touch some inner spark in me, guiding me gently towards my
passions in life.
I
have a great love of mathematics and science, logic brained am I, and
had other fantasies of being some sort of scientist.
How can Xena Warrior Princess give us career advice?
Sometimes
we look back on our childhood dreams with nostalgia, or scorn or
perhaps bitterness, but I believe our childhood dreams give us
insights as to the person or life we are truly meant to be.
I
don't necessarily mean we are supposed to be modern day Xena Warrior Princesses, but certain elements of our fantasies show us our true
soul needs.
For
example, if I had big dreams of growing up like Xena, I would mull
that over and pick apart what it was about being Xena that I loved so
much.
Was it the kicking ass part? Perhaps I would be in my element
being a martial arts expert or a cage fighter.
Was it the saving the
day part? Perhaps I would be better as a police officer or working
for womens refuge.
Perhaps
that is putting it a bit too simplistic, perhaps I am so off the
mark, but perhaps it may help someone?
How I made my dreams into my reality
Looking
back on my own childhood dreams shows me a lot about the person I was
always meant to grow up to be.
I
was destined to be a country girl, the city was never meant to be a
happy place for me, a simple quiet life is what I crave and where I
am most in my element even if I no longer have the urge to ride
across the hills in my tartan dress like Lorna Doone.
Studying
natural remedies and the craft was also where my heart lay, and is
still where I am at my most confident, but I also have a need to back
up the reasoning for why a remedy works with science too, not to the
point of dismissing something which I know works, but it makes me
want to do a happy dance when I can back up with science something I
already know to work.
And
as for The Secret Garden and Misselthwaite Manor with its mysteries,
well John built me a secret bookcase door, I know I can't believe it,
it makes me so happy, childhood dreams made into reality !!!!
There may be signs of spring around the garden, and there may be warmth in that sunlight beaming down, but the wind is still cold here at the cottage. I wonder if had we still lived in Derbyshire would I be pottering in the garden more often? Sometimes imagine what is must be like to live in Arizona like 
The daffodils are putting on a fine display, usually they flower sporadically, but I think the mild weather we have had this year has had something to do with it, causing them to burst into bloom together.
Another sign of spring in these parts is lambs in the paddock behind us. I may or may not have a wee squealy moment every year when I spy the first lambs of the season, they are just so tiny.
Today had been a day for new life, the first three lambs of the year appeared around lunch time, as did my ex husband and his wife's new son who was also born around lunch time.
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