Through The Eyes of A Dreamer...

A journey across 60 years, so when do we know we are a dreamer? Either younger than you would believe, or much, much later than you would think..*S* The dreamer can't, of course, be like everyone else. It would be more comfortable if they could. And do YOU know, you are a dreamer? I don't think so. I think it is simply what you are. The years go by, teachers complain, and parents nag, you either retreat further into "that space", or you lay it aside and step up to the plate and bat.
If you are familiar at all with Les Mis, you know the song I am refering to..."I had a dream that would not die...."that and in the book Tristan Shandy.."I am not one who must have everything, but I must have my dreams, if I am to live, for they are mine....."
I stand in defense of the dreamer....whether or not any particular dream ever becomes a reality. Sometimes dreams are like castles in the air, and it's possible to put foundations under them...and sometimes the dream dies, and lays discarded like an empty container.
I think that dreamers have a lot of "what if" in their lives, and not very many "whatevers". I think the glass is always half full. I think we are all poised on the brink of something "wonderful" happening...just up ahead or around the next corner.
And I think that dreaming is memories as least as much as it is magic.

I understand the theory of "in the moment", and "living in the now". But often, as I observe my very business minded, successful oldest son, I take exception to that. If you are totally "in the moment" how can you possibly have the resource of all the dreams you've dreamed, of where you've been and what you learned? I think we must have the foundation of what and where we've come from. It may not be wonderful.
All dreams aren't wonderful. Sometimes they are scary or sad, confusing and leave questions in our minds. But, somehow, the head and the heart get in sync with our momentum and carry us across the years. I don't know if a dreamer can tell you what a dream is....a far off view of something that they know little about? Or something that come up and out of the soul? In the quilts we make, I think dreams of many sizes get played out. Success, failure, doubts, hopes, dreams, worries, memories, especially memories. Maybe not so much in the quick quilts we make to try out a pattern or an idea, or a color combination. Those are more like making a sandwich than about baking the bread..*S*. But in the quilts that take the time, the ones that stretch out through the year and slowly become complete. Pioneer women have been know to say that if quilts could talk they would dread what it would tell about them. I think the quilts DO talk, but the message is probably unique to each person who views the quilt. What do you hear if you listen???

P.S. Finn is the blond 6 year old in the picture, taken Nov. of 1946. The other child is a foster child, Nancy, who came to live with us after the death of my infant brother in Dec.1945. She was taken from our home right after the picture was taken, and placed for adoption. I've always wished I could see her again and give her the pictures, and tell her what little I know of her first year of life.