What Dreams May Come

Planting Seeds for Tomorrow

This past week, I energetically experienced closure of the past version of myself, of my life. I said goodbye to potential and opened to what's possible--including reigniting a dream I've held in my soul for as long as I can remember.

Living in France.

Suddenly, without prompting, my Facebook feed is filled with properties for sale--cottages and chateaus and gites along with groups about how to be an expat in France.

Of course I joined, soaking up all the knowledge and research and fueling the knowing that someday, beyond tomorrow, this is going to be my life.

I'm not ready to take the leap across the ocean. I have responsibilities here—people and animals I care about and care for. I love nurturing my relationship with my parents. I love going out with my circle of friends. My work in partnership with my favorite local spiritual shop is becoming exciting. There's a kiddo I still care for and want to see grow up. Moxie is getting older and only has a few years left with me, and I'm not about to uproot her or Sunny away from their source of home and comfort.

But the dream is seeded and continues to bloom, and so does my awareness of it.

Where I had sacrificed this dream--believing it to be impossible--now it's alive again.

And it seems the Universe is guiding me closer to it.

I'm adjusting the dream a bit. For the reasons stated, I'm not ready to think about moving completely. But the steps towards that dream means having a homebase here in the other place I love and traveling to France a month or two out of the year, exploring the countryside and all the little villages until I find where I want to land.

And then, someday, I'll settle permanently in a two-bedroom cottage with a leisurely walk to the water, a view of the lush land out my kitchen window with animals grazing in the meadow. I'll walk down the road to the open air market, the stir of pebbles beneath my feet a sort of music for the soul.

I know this land.

I feel it each time I'm there. It reaches out to me like an ancient memory.

France is calling me home.