Hello dears! It feels like an age has passed since I have been able to sit down and write to you all. I am sitting in a new house, with the songs of birds streaming in through the open door. The winds of change have blown strong this Spring, and the year has turned in a direction I never thought it would take. Moving houses has brought back so many memories… both good and bad. I wondered if I would be sad to leave our old home, but when the time came to depart, I was happy. As I told a very dear friend, I was happy because I fulfilled all of my dreams for that home, and I could move on to make new memories in a new place.
Blouse: Me-made / Skirt: Me-made / Shoes: Swedish Hasbeens
Assembling an outfit for me is like walking down memory lane. There are so many memories attached to my garments. Take the blouse I am wearing today for example. I made it over four years ago, and it has only been worn a few times on account of it being a little short in the waist, making it wearable only with certain items in my wardrobe. Because of that, each memory of when I have worn it is very strong. I can remember the first time I wore it, and the few times after that. With this link to memory in mind, I have started to be more deliberate in what I wear for certain occasions. Because I know every time I wear that garment afterwards I will remember the time that I wore it before. Having such a tangible link to memories is powerful, and I want to use it intentionally when I can.
We can be intentional with the memories we make too. I don’t think it takes away from the magic of the moment if you have been intentional with the thoughts and actions that have led you to that time and place. Dreams can come true. There are some dreams that God fulfills without us even realizing that it is happening until it is past. Then there are the dreams that He gives us the opportunity to fulfill if we intentionally reach out and take the chance He has given us. There are also the fulfilled dreams that we never dreamt, which are better than any we could have imagined. Finally, and I think these are the best kind, there are the dreams we never thought were possible: The womanly dreams of love and grace; The girlish dreams of childhood fancy. I watched a few such dreams fulfilled in recent days as we left my “childhood” home. Isn’t it glorious when you are in a moment and realize your dream is coming true? It is as if God bends down and whispers in your ear, “The time has come. You asked for this long ago, but the time was not yet. I answered then, but you did not know it. You had to wait, and I have blessed you in your waiting. Now I bless you in giving you your dream.” And sometimes these dreams are not huge, momentous affairs. Sometimes they are as simple as sitting out on a swing on the last day in your old abode, watching ripples form on the pond, and creating new dreams for the future.
What dreams have been fulfilled for you that you never thought could come true?
Do you intentionally wear certain garments for memory’s sake?
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer