Being Somewhere Between Hopes and Dreams

It is very difficult to let go of hope and of dreams. Sometimes the two are intertwined.  Sometimes they are the same thing.  Other times, hope is what gets you through a difficult time while a dream is something that can take you out of that difficult time.  In either case, hopes and dreams are something that we can find ourselves clinging to.

Change is inevitable.

Perhaps it is change I am resisting.  The unknown is just so, well, unknown.  I hope that some things in the present reality will change.  Often, no usually, they do not.  And dreams die hard.  If you are lucky, dreams don't have to die.  And some dreams do come true.  At least I hope they do.  It has happened a time or to for me.  But it is that pesky prospect of change that gets in the way of moving beyond hope and actuating those dreams.

What are these hopes and dreams I am referring to?  Well, more often than not they are for success or for love or for successful love or simple love of what your life has become.  Dreams are born of fantasy.  In my fantasies, all is well.  The birds sing while at my feeder or birdbath and the dogs sleep by my feet while I spin tales of past and present.  Reality and memory blend together into my version of what was and what will be.

Indeed, I say again, change is inevitable.

So here I am in a moment of peace.  I know it will not last, but I fall into it with grateful abandon.  The air is just the right temperature and a gentle breeze stirs the trees.  But soon again those bothersome activities of people doing what people do to keep their lives in order come into my consciousness and bring me back to my own "must-do's".

But for one more moment I resist the change and then with a settled heart, move into it.  Thank goodness for memory and the ability to choose where I give my attentions.  I will continue to hope for the highest good for all concerned, dream of times both coming and gone that gave me joy and accept the changes that are inevitable.