Category Archives: Dreams

Am I a dreamer?

Even when the house is quiet, my mind is working. My brain is ticking, my dreams are percolating, my thoughts are lively. I don’t make “5-year plans.” Actually, I’d like to, but I can’t. I didn’t think I was a dreamer, but a realist.  I like my feet on the ground. I usually drag other dreamers back to earth, so I can […]

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I want to hear your story

I’ve been told I have an old soul. I think it’s a compliment. I love history and stories. One of the purposes of my life is, I want to hear your story. I am a “relator” – someone who likes to know people better. My grandpa Nikolai was a story-teller. He fought in World War II and was one of […]

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Look how far we’ve come…

The trail switches back and forth, up, up, up, around the corner, there is another trail, leading up. Trees on both sides, dirt below, blue skies above–I should have been enjoying this hike, but, I’ve never been up this mountain before. I have no idea how far I have to go. We’re hiking up this mountain to the top. I […]

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You were designed to dream…

Many of us are living life in the screech. We’ve “woken up” from dreams, falsely believing that a person can only dream if her eyes are closed. We forget what we were made for, or we fear that the enemy might bring us down if we try. Sometimes it feels safer not to dream. As grown-ups, we’ve seen too often […]

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Who’s on this journey with me?

(written last year) Sitting on the bus, three bags in my arms. The sun is shining, the sky is blue. I am heading home. One chapter abruptly ends. I’m not sure I can hold back the tears. Oh yes, there they are. I’m deflated, disappointed and feeling rejected. The panic starts to set in. Len’s in school.  There are bills […]

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Fog up ahead…

It’s like driving in fog. We headed out early Saturday morning to make it in time from the resort to breakfast in another town. I checked how far it would be, so we’d know when to leave. It’s about an hour and a half drive. That’s in perfect conditions. We woke before dawn and it was eerily dark. And quite […]

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Just. Start. Sprinting.

  It’s on me. I am where it starts, I am where it ends. It’s on me and what I want, and how hard I am willing to move and how relentless I am going to be when I’m told to give up.  Because people will tell me to give up. They’ll look at me with crooked faces. They won’t […]

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Why my broken windows affect my dreams

I recently read a blog from the Happiness Project about “Broken Windows.” “The “broken windows theory” of policing says that when a community tolerates minor examples of disorder and petty crime, such as broken windows, graffiti, curb jumping or drinking in public, people are more likely to commit more serious crimes. ” Whether or not you buy into the theory […]

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When it’s time to live a different dream

I kept a journal, from 1988 to 2001. At the end of every one, I would review my writings. It was more like a diary and when I got married I changed it to more of a note taking book with prayer requests at the end. I’m not very good about writing details nor do I write every day. But […]

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At a crossroads

What do I do, when I find myself at a crossroads? It can be overwhelming, just thinking about all the possibilities. It’s also a bit normal, when you find yourself at a crossroads, to be emotional about it. I think, I create emotion. I do a lot of thinking when I’m at a crossroads. Dreaming too. I’ve been at a […]

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