Hang on to your dreams

Another autumn Tuesday and it was so foggy until early afternoon, it was eerie. But, alas the sun is shining brightly now and wowzer, how it does effect the spirits!! Mine, anyway - not those Halloweeny spirits. I'm not sure what it is, but when the sun is shining, all is right with my world. Truly amazing how it effects my state of well-being. That being said, there are probably more appropriate climates for a sun-loving gal to choose to live. Ahh, there you have it - I didn't choose to live here. I was born here; in fact, I live within 10 miles of where I was born. Not exactly a world traveler, I guess.

I did live at the beach for a little over a year - didn't think I would like that at all, but I loved it! It was a tiny beach side seasonal community - not really a town at all - named Tierra del Mar. We had a house right on the beach and it was built on stilts over the garage. The entire west side of the house was a wall of windows facing the ocean and the views and sunsets and moonscapes over the water were amazing! I remember waking up in the middle of the night and wandering out to the living room and just gazing out at the eerie effervescent quality of the moonlight casting over the ocean waves - lovely. We also had a deck on the front side of the house where we spent a lot of time. Our dog, Abbey was her name, used to bark forewarning us of someone approaching her domain when people would walk along the beach. We had no yard, just sand and beach grass and our house was no more than a few hundred feet from the actual beach, so she just assumed that the entire coastline as far as she could see was ours. And, looking back, it did feel that way sometimes. The only real signs of life in the off-season were on the weekends when cars, campers and sand toys showed up to go dory fishing in nearby Pacific City or playing on the dunes at Sand Lake. Our little house was right in the middle and we loved it. We would get home from work and go surf fishing and catch dungeness crab for dinner. Once, my husband rescued a deer from the surf. She was young and disoriented and kept trying to jump the waves and go out to sea. He caught her and pointed her in the right direction, and moments later she seemed to regain her faculties and bounded away from the ocean and disappeared in the trees up into the hills. There were these little goats that lived across the road from us. I don't remember who owned them, but we used to feed them fresh veggie treats and scratch their heads. They were so cute. Those were the first goats I ever knew personally. Amazing the things that a person remembers when you start reminiscing. Those were good times and someday, I wouldn't mind living at the ocean's edge again. Sleeping is supreme when you have a cool, ocean breeze to lull you into dreamland...

But, I've never lived in the mountains yet and I love, love, love the mountains. I love the sweet pungent smell of the forest, a mixture of fir and pine trees and summer berries and warm, sweet earth. If I could have what I wished for, it would be a cabin near a babbling creek sitting at the edge of a beautiful meadow where I could gaze out my window and watch my horses graze alongside the deer. Oh, doesn't that sound just divine? Maybe a view of a gorgeous snow covered mountain peak and an abundance of trails just waiting to be explored on horseback...oh, maybe someday if I'm truly blessed I'll get to experience that. I know just the place too. We spent a week there a couple of years ago and it was just magical. A place where sweet dreams are made to be sure.

What's your wish?