Living a lovely dream.



“Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.” –Wendell Berry


Exploding, golden skies and bold, red maple leaves that put you in the mind to kick them all around you.

Fall. Grey and wet skies and plain, dirty brown oak leaves that cling to your shoes, dirtying them.

Does the season, or the day, or this life, ever come at you with two faces? Where do you end up laying down your allegiances?

The thing is today, with summer’s glow slowly wearing off our bodies, the list of rain boots and windshield wipers and wool socks and more school supplies and a new or fixed dryer to purchase all  hit the slim form of my pocketbook like a lump of mud and slopped around in my pocket for a while until I let the whole thing roll over me.

Mud baths are good.

Living like a peasant while living like a queen can sometimes tarnish my golden crown, but by choice and with choice, this living intentionally in spite of how much green is in the bank is more of a luxury than a burden. The choice was to live our dream with love in our hearts.

People and ideals first.

What followed isn’t and wasn’t always easy, but it is nothing short of a fairy tale life most days, and the important and good stuff is so abundant that the grey sky days don’t stick.

And our dream isn’t finished, so we aren’t worried it won’t pay off in every way.

But I want to scream from the rooftops that the old guard is falling. The too big for you house and having every thing you think you want whenever you want it really isn’t the end goal anymore. It never was a worthy end goal, even if it can be good as a kick back from a worthy goal.

Creatures though we are, the greatest comfort we can take is one that spreads from the inside out. We are meant to want and need and go for the grand:  thoughts, dreams, love. We can live with so little and still feel like we own the world.

Some days this simple fact butts its head so forcefully against the disillusioned reality that some play by it gives me a jolt; but mostly it is the song of praise I sing when I wake in the morning in my own little paradise of living.  Following our dreams and loving those around us are the only two things that matter.


Really, the love part is the one thing that really matters. 

The other makes life all the more fun. But even that, if not possible, can be like a prayer on the wind. Something we send out into the world and give to all we can while keeping love for ourselves and our others and the whole wide world as our center. Then it finds a way; and if it doesn’t, you find another.

When it is all said and done, the accomplishments are a great tribute, but not as great of one as the kindness we showed, the moments we made with others.

You can do anything in the world, just don’t let the smaller things hold you back. This world gives all it can everyday. Give yours back in turn.

Some days the rain is relentless. Hold fast to the drum beat inside of you. We are all, inside, golden skies exploding.

Let you soul pledge allegiance well.

The details will all shake out in the wash.




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Sheila Jaillet
Sheila Jaillet is mostly a heart on a sleeve, lovingly fulfiling her earth-bound destinies as Mother, Wife, Farmer, and Writer. Believer in Magic and Beauty and the Strength of You + Me. You can connect with her on facebook and read all of her wild ramblings here.
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  • Angela @ Cottage Magpie commented on October 24, 2012 Reply
    Beautiful. And yes! I’ll shout with you! The old ways are dying. Living small but connected — to nature, to each other — that’s the way of now. Here’s to dirt under the fingernails, babies underfoot and growing all kinds of things!
  • SR Atchley
    SR Atchley commented on October 24, 2012 Reply
    Standing Ovation. Mind blurring cheers. Frantic twirling. Love you Boodles and Boodles and Boodles. Thank you.
  • Sheila Jaillet
    sheila commented on October 25, 2012 Reply
    Thanks ladies! xoxo

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