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Skiing on the Schedule ~ When Dreams Come True

Oh the irony. On the very day I post this, the ski hill lift is not operating. This is the second Thursday in a row. You will see the significance of this shortly.

Ski weekend proceeds something like this. Thursday morning Damien takes the kids skiing. I work. Friday morning we all go skiing. Saturday might involve a telemark lesson for Céline or myself. Sunday we drive to the mountains where there is lots of snow and we put our telemark practice into good use.

Skiing has started to feature prominently on my blog and there's a reason for that. As you can see, it features prominently in our lives. Half the week seems to be devoted to skiing.

This is not to mention Damien's morning work out routine three days a week where he "skins" up the ski hill where live and skis down (the hill is only open Thursday through Sunday) and my own Tuesday afternoon ski time.

When we moved back to Canada, almost two years ago (that is unbelievable) we had no idea what our life would look like now. All we had were dreams.

It was the dreams that motivated the move. But dreams are just that. And until you put them into goals and then those goals into actions, they will always remain just dreams. And even when you do move a dream into a goal it will probably turn out different then you imagine.

But here's the really awesome part, it might turn out better than you could have imagined. It has for us. And not a day goes by that I am not thankful for this reality, this life I get to call mine.

It has taken us a lot of hard work, also sacrifice (and a great deal of Providence filling in the gaps), but right now we are living one dream come true and that inspires to dream again for the next big adventure.

I didn't want to leave Maine. I know I've shared this in bits and pieces on the blog but I never did publish the heart wrenching I went through when we made the decision to move. Because we couldn't share our moving decision publicly at the time, all my fears and disappointments were private, under the surface of all Fun In My Back Yard.

I would have shared those publicly if I could have but I couldn't and so you weren't able to walk that journey with me of uncertainty, doubt and loss. I have however, talked about these a lot since moving and creating our own livelihood. Those feelings just go with the territory of change and courage.

Damien grew up skiing and snowboarding. When our children were younger he dreamed that one day he could take them backcountry skiing. To extend our love for the outdoors into a winter activity, besides hiking. And to do something really fun and challenging with them in their teen years (we have been planning for our kids teen years since they were tots). This was only a dream and we honestly had no idea how it would come to pass where we lived at the time.

In the course of leaving our beloved Maine and choosing to move to the peninsula where we now live we realized it was within the realm of possibility to make that dream a reality. But this, this living at a ski hill, this was beyond the dreams. This was the icing on the cake.

Finding this home, owned by our friends, who happen to be our telemark instructors, when we were faced with homelessness - this gift was just too good to be true. And yet, it is true. Sometimes life is like that.

When we moved we experienced loss (a homeschool community, a Christian community, an English library to name a few) and on the other hand we gained. More than we had ever imagined. And we learn to adapt and find creative solutions to the losses. Online books, online friends and communities. It's amazing what resources and possibilities exist when we open ourselves to see them.

There are other dreams that did not come to pass with this move. Dreams on hold (selling the house, building a yurt) or dreams re-directed (the kind of work and writing we thought we might do). And then there are the dreams that we couldn't even conceive until the dream-turned goal of earning our livelihood from home, together, was made a reality.

We had a dream to ski with our kids. We weren't sure how how our resources of time, money, and location could be stretched and finagled to make this a reality. We didn't uproot our whole lives to make this dream a reality. It came to pass as we worked towards our other dreams-turned goals. And that's the part I marvel at.

Your dreams are different. A homestead. The mission field. Adoption. Healthy living. A new career.

I'm not a dreamweaver. I don't have a large vision for my life, I prefer concrete projects. The way I'm wired, I'm much better at making ideas reality than I am at coming up with the ideas. And so I certainly can't conjure up your dreams (not like you're asking me to). Nor do I have a go forth and conquer mandate to share with you.

What I have is this. Dreams do come true. Not all dreams. I never did marry that boy I pined for in grade seven - thank goodness! But some dreams do. And often the dreams that don't come true take us further on the path we are meant to take anyway and new opportunities open and new dreams are born.

When dreams come true in your life, whatever they are - love, work, family, adventure, service - there are a few inevitable responses. More dreams of course, the sharing of our dreams-come-true with others to encourage and inspire, and the inevitable why me and what now?

What bigger thing, bigger purpose are we called to in this story?

Because our dreams coming true are never just about us. They are about what we have to give and offer.

And so it's bigger than skiing being a part of our winter schedule. But how that plays out exactly, I don't know. I do know that keeping the hearts of our teen and nearly teen children is our prime importance these years. And having a rich and fun family life is key to that. And so skiing and all the other stuff we do with our kids works towards that very worthy goal - as we grow nearer to the end zone of these parenting years.

There is sharing and believing and giving and receiving. A story that gets written on our hearts over top the doubt and fear. God is good, this story says. And we really believe it.

17 January 13

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I love it that you talk about

I love it that you talk about the risk in dreaming. Because to dream (and to take the leap, so to speak) is to be vulnerable. And we often lose things when we dream, or when we push ourselves, or when we discover a new piece of ourself (and often we lose a part of ourself when gaining a new reality). And I love it how you talk about how dreams lead to other dreams. That is so true.

On the personality side (again)... it's so interesting that you are more inclined to achieving the dream rather than imagining it... I am the opposite. Figuring out the steps to achieving my dreams (and OH THE DETAILS!!!) and being able to stay on task is something I struggle with. Reminders like this are wonderful!

Great story and I love the

Great story and I love the skiing photos. My husband would so love to be living your life! He's an old-time ski bum from way back.

Have you ever heard of Carol Tuttle's _Dressing Your Truth_ (I think it's www.dressingyourtruth.com but am not sure without googling it)? I've recently learned about this from a woman who came into the clothing store where I work. Carol does "beauty makeovers" based on energy/personality types and they are amazing! I've found it to be about way more than beauty and it's helping me figure out yet a few more pieces to my personality puzzle. And anyway, what I wanted to say is I had you "pegged" as a Type 3 (out of the 4 "energy types") and and your sentence about making ideas reality is EXACTLY Type 3 personality. Very cool! I'm a Type 4 dominant, the type that looks at an idea, stands back and figures out how to make it better. This can be frustrating, but I'm learning to accept who I am. That's what it's all about.

I did! I'm a quick learner!

I did! I'm a quick learner! And as a type 3, you probably hate being pegged. I would too. ha ha :) So hopefully that's not an insult to you. The cool thing is we're all four types, with just one more dominant than others. And of course, you can't really categorize people that rigidly.

I was just using my intuition on this, and part of being a type 4 is that I'm not happy until I understand something that interests me deeply--so I'm thinking about this new thing a lot this week.

You can learn a lot from the

You can learn a lot from the free videos you get by signing up with your email. I did them for 3 days then the price went to $100 to buy into the "system" and I went for it (it starts closer to $300, don't do that!). I figured it would go down, and honestly can't say if it goes lower than what I paid but I paid what the customer at our shop said she did. She had this little card with her colors on it and was holding it up to clothes to see if they "matched". Well, I've always wanted one of those color cards so I paid the $100 just for that! I might just be gullible. But, I think if I finally like all my clothes and only buy what works for me from now on, it's well worth the money. (I work at a secondhand store so it's especially easy to find my variety of colors, textures, styles, etc. via thrifting.) You also get Carol's book and membership to the webpage which is nice but her free videos and blog can teach you plenty.

The types also get into textures, lines, makeup, hairstyles, etc. It's fascinating. I'm hoping to help Rose at an early age too, though she's already got a great intuitive sense of style. But to accept our God-given personalities, that is something and especially as a young woman!

I love reading your dream

I love reading your dream come true posts! I love that you spend so much time together outdoors. I love that you had talked about your children's teenagehood when they were tots... I love reading you. You always push me to go a little further. And I thank you for that.

You've hit a resonating point

You've hit a resonating point with being able to encourage others with your own dreams-come-true. What I've learned from reading your story is that these dreams require changes and choices that will bring us into the reality of a dream. My husband and I aren't very smooth at planning and making the changes and choices between now and the dream--whatever that is. But one dream-in-the-making we've seen flourish this winter is our own rhythm for skiing. This is part of a vision to be not only an active family, but an active family that is together in the doing. And it seems like all our skiing activity this winter-lessons for both myself and the kids, my husband becoming a part of NSP, etc-are all cobblestones laid down on a path to bigger adventures.

These words: "And then there

These words: "And then there are the dreams that we couldn't even conceive until the dream-turned goal of earning our livelihood from home, together, was made a reality."

This is what makes life such a wonderful, fascinating adventure to me. The things we can't conceive of. Whenever something is happening that I don't like, I always wonder what amazing thing might be waiting to emerge from it.

(Found you through a comment someone left in a response to a survey on our blog. So glad they did. Really enjoy your writing here.)

I like this a lot, because my

I like this a lot, because my life in some ways has similar things happening in it. Although for us, the move was not wanted, nor planned, nor hoped for. But, it has meant big changes, giving up lots of things (house, garden, big yard to no yard, etc), giving up dreams, and trying to welcome a new reality and come up with new dreams. We're in a spot where we do not see clearly what is going on. We have a lot of questions. But we also see small glimpses of blessings and so we are focusing on those and waiting. Trying to create our new life when we don't really know what it is and where we are going.

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