Speaking of dreams...

This woman is living mine. And this, to a certain extent. Not exactly, but both of them come pretty darn close. Parenthood has awakened the creative, hippy, earth mama lurking inside. My dream used to be a fast-paced life doing radio promotions in the city. My dream now consists of:

Working from home. A big backyard - trees to climb, fruit to pick, dirt to dig. A treehouse for Pumpkin. Home gardens full of vegetables, herbs, beautiful flowers, and worms. Graphic design - art mixed with a viable career. Art, art, art! And crafts - oh the crafts! a room for crafts! - time to knit, learning to sew & quilt, painting once again, watercolors and chalk and crayons with the kids. Stuff from this book. Time to be creative again. Time to myself: Mommy work out time in the morning (I just started - sooo fun!). Time to just be. Yoga. Walks. Picnics in the park, day trips to museums. Kids that will walk semi-quietly through museums without saying "This is booooooooooooring!" (I'm looking at you, Pumpkin). Farmers Markets weekly! Freshly baked bread weekly. Movies, but no TV (or a little TV - Project Runway for inspiration). Music - oh the music! a room for music! - iPods, radio, instruments galore - a piano, clarinet, flute, guitars, violins, the works. Books - a music room/library! - vintage, children's, novels, leather bound... the wealth of the world on pages at our fingertips. Learning forever. Church as a family, every week. Friends filling our home with laughter and love. Love. So much love and creativity and peace.

Sigh. That sounds really really good. But for now, I go back to desk. (However, I am going to the Farmer's Market this late afternoon - any takers?)