opening doors

A few weeks ago I came to a shocking realization. If I wait til both kids are in school  to figure out what I want to be when I grown up it may be another decade before I'm fully equipped to take on that challenge (whatever it may be.) I sat for a few minutes pondering this little gem. Looking over my life, the paths I've taken, the paths I've crossed. Wondering. Where am I going? Where have all these life adventures been leading?

Then, epiphany.

It's hard to put into words exactly the vision I saw that day. I know it, though, as I know my own family by the change in the air when they walk into the room. I can see it when I close my eyes. Feel it forming in my heart. A community. A garden. A space for all people to merge and learn and teach and share. A place where the once shamed domestic arts can be revived. Eventually the space will become border-less-- filling the desolate yards of the elderly and the abandoned porches of the impoverished.

I know I have a long way to go. I know I should, to do this right, begin with my own education. A degree and the ability to speak confidently before those with financial means can go an exceptionally long way here in the mountain West. I will need all the hands, hearts and resources this town can provide.

It feels lovely to have a clear path before me, now. No longer that cloud of uncertainty hanging over me. To have passion beyond the circle of my family. It really doesn't matter how long it takes. I know, now. And I'm ready.