Some dreams are meant to be

Some dreams are meant to be

Yesterday on my walkabout, (yes I am still doing the loop) I was trying to notice things that normally my eyes would pass over.

I came across some very colorful leaves, some flowers, birds, but the one thing that caught my attention and took my breath away was when I rounded the corner to the garden and I came across this scene…

In an instant I was transformed back to 1973 – back to 16 years old – back to the days when my biggest worry was the math assignment due the next day.

Glistening as if white gold – handle bars like a wild sheep’s horns – my 10 speed – my freedom – my way to fly!

It may sound odd – but to that 16 year old girl with the long blonde hair it was everything in the world she wanted. It was a way for her to escape from the world that was closing in on her. It was her stab at freedom – for a time it was her reality. It represented everything she wanted to be, every thing she was, in ways she did not even realize at the time.

Life moved on –

Several years ago my dad brought this bike out to the farm. “I thought you would want your bike. Maybe the kids would like to ride it”

There was a silent internal gasp of horror as my eyes took in the scene before me. The handlebars had been modified in a ghastly upright position. There were fenders where there were none before, and a basket had been added.

The indignation of it all!

“I rode it for a time” my dad explained “but I had to do a few modifications to make it work for me – how you ever rode it the way it was I will never know”

I just smiled, but somewhere way down deep my heart broke a little that day.

This past spring Jamie was doing some cleanup around the farm, loading stuff to take away to the dump. He had quite a pile collected, bits of metal, old fencing and such. “What do you want me to do with that old bike?” he asked.

“Keep it” I said.

He never questioned that fact, or even asked me why, and for that I am forever grateful, for it would be to hard to explain.

I will never ride that bike again; but I will never get rid of it either.

My bike is leaning against the garden fence now.

I think I will clean it up, perhaps repaint it. Maybe with Jamie’s help I can get the handlebars back to how they were, take off the fenders and remove the basket. Maybe I will prop it up in my garden and let the bean plants grow up through the spokes – or perhaps I will put it in with the roses, and allow the roses to create a blanket over it – but I am not getting rid of it.

Some dreams are meant to be held on to – this is one of those dreams!

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Truddle

Hi Everyone my name is +Beverly (aka Truddle - Truddlebug). I am married to Jamie, and the mom to 5 (4 girls and 1 boy), and the grandma to the same (3 girls and 2 boys). My kids are now on their own, but there are times when one or more of them will land back into the nest to catch their breath, before once again venturing off into the world on their own.

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