I am longing for wide open spaces; breathing room. A place devoid of the man made commotion soundtrack. I can do without the blaring rhythmic bass tones broadcasting from cars at four in the morning, or the high pitched whine of motorcycles as they race down our street in weekend ritual. I would love to sleep with the windows open - and hear nothing but the snoring from my dog. Our neighbourhood used to be a sleepy suburb bordering on open farm fields. That was twenty-one years ago and now our street has become a main line from the new build area to the mall.
Progress. Yet I find myself fantasizing about life amongst tall pines with a lullaby of waves hitting the shoreline. I plan how I will spend my imaginary winfall - the land I would buy; the sustainable abode I would build; the goats I would nurture.
And even though I have no reason to expect that I would have money to fund such dreams, my faith and confidence is unshakeable. I know that if I internalize this dream, think creatively, and set sail in the general direction, the dream will materialize into reality. I just don't know when -- but I can't wait!