I had a dream

That I was dancing with a new friend from here in Mombasa.  He and I were wearing motorcycle helmets and being totally ridiculous to 90s music in a small room.

That was while I was sleeping.

While I'm awake, I dream of the following and more:

Having all the elements of the sustainable life I am working toward.  Seems like there are too many to list.

Sinking my hands into soil mixed with compost and transplanting seedlings that I watched growing daily from just little seeds.

Pulling weeds.  I think there must be something wrong with me.

Running on the beach again with Jack, except he's grown up and well-trained.

Swimming in the sea and feeling the salt tickle my skin.

Teaching children to work with the Earth.  And one day teaching my own children to work with the Earth.

Becoming a modestly good sketch artist who sketches plants in their various stages of growth.

Eating American tortilla chips and homemade salsa.

Riding a camel.  I don't really want to do this, but I like imagining how scared i would be jerking forward and backward up so high in the air.

Filling my apartment with homemade flats that have seeds nestled inside them.

Hugging my grandmother again.  She is my hero and nothing compares to her hugs.

Creating a compost pile all by myself.

Building a greenhouse from 100% recycled materials.

Designing and maintaining my own seed garden and seed bank.

Learning to make more things with my hands.