Last update 2023-01-29
Dreams that were (2023-01-09)
Yesterday, I heard a program about a Lullaby Project, and I remembered a cassette tape my boys loved to listen to by Pat Carfra, Lullabies and Laughter with the Lullaby Lady. The boys called it the lady tape. They listened to it over and over. One song touched me particularly: “Turn Around”. This song got me dreaming and also worrying about their future as well as our future, once they flew the nest.
In those days, Joanie was weaving our dreams…..
I had some dreams that came true, and dreams that have passed, some that were shattered, and I have some dreams that have not (yet) materialized. They were dreams about a homestead, dreams for my wife and our sons, and dreams for music.
Some dreams also turned into nightmares, generally through my own doing, but also due to my bi-polar condition, which made me dream too big during hypo-manic cycles and paralyzed me during depressive cycles. Instead of going all wordy like on the other pages, I will illustrate some of the dreams with pictures.
Two Dream Homesteads
that could have lasted “forever”.
With one dream gone, a new dream was born.
1983 we bought a 32 hectare farm in Dunster BC, Canada
Another Paradise we lived in for one year in 1987-1988
The opportunity for living in these beautiful places was a blessing. Being afflicted with a bi-polar disorder severely impeded in succeeding over a longer time. Is having two dreams really better than just one?
A Hook on the Wall
Since I was a boy, I dreamed about one day living in a little house with nothing but a hearth, a bed, a table and chair, and a hook on the wall for one set of spare clothing. This dream never left me. Maybe I dreamed about this simplicity because the house and the family I grew up in were both physically and mentally quite cluttered. Sixty years later I am still dreaming. While I am getting closer to my goal, I spent a good five decades burdened by precious junk I believed I might need (maybe one day…) to survive. I owned a dream house with ten acres in Switzerland, and a dream farm with eighty acres in Canada. I moved five times across the ocean, loaded with stuff, some of which I never used to this day. Now I finally live in a small 300 Square foot (30 m2) house with a little garden, a 9’X5’ “music box” with my piano in it and a shed to store books and tools, until I can get rid of them. The music box has one hook on the wall…
I doubt that I will ever fully realize my dream, so I wish to be buried in a simple coffin with a hook on the wall.
My “music Box
Reflections 