living the dream

Because I have family here and all my little (read: adult) chicks about me, we’ve been doing a lot of profoundly summery things. In the last two weeks, we’ve canned peaches, blackberry jam, peach jam and peach salsa. We’ve eaten many good things out of the garden.

We’ve hit Mill Park Beach, Piper’s Lagoon Beach, Rathtrevor Beach. The ice cream parlour at our local market (more than once), visited great grandparents, picknicked, eaten virtually every meal al fresco, slept in, gone to Mass at the Golf Club (It’s a COVID problem, don’t judge). Played with babies and had wine with big people.

Anyway, I am living the dream. It’s not an easy dream or a problem free dream or a dream that doesn’t require hard work or commitment, it’s a dream that falls flat on its face frequently, a dream where my own failure and shortcomings are highlighted in the daily reality of life.

But it’s my dream. The one that I always hoped it would be. And I have to pinch myself sometimes at the end of a long day. These people are part of my life, part of my giving and receiving, part of my circle and on my path. My dream is a dream with other players in it.

All we can hope for is that we reached them in love in some way that allowed them to reach out in love to others. Perhaps it’s a simplistic dream, but when it comes right down to it, what else do we have but to give love? To give love will be what we look back on as our greatest success, I’m certain of that.