Living the Dream

Welcome back, my beloveds! Seems like we are half way through summer already — how’s it going?! Too fast? Yeah, us as well. The pool is green again and the pond is bubbling, so we are all up to snuff over here. In fact, I was telling a co-worker, recently, where we were and what all is on the property, and she commented “Ah.. you’re just living the dream.” Which caught me musing.

Are we really “living the dream”? What even is the dream? My dream? The all Canadian dream of independence, health and happiness? Surely, this life isn’t for everyone. In fact, I don’t even think the hubby would say we are living his dream. I more than likely dragged him kicking and screaming into my dream with the promises of fresh eggs and a bit of land ownership. It’s a fact, that yes, we … okay I … searched for three long years to find my little piece of property where chickens could roam and a few creatures could be had. I looked for a century home that had all the fixings I wanted with a bit of modern conveniences. It had to be far enough out, but not too far from “home” and our family. Itsnotta farm checked a lot of my dream boxes… but are we living the dream?

I will openly admit that I was drawn to the Instagram worthy country scene of friendly chickens and wild flowers on the porch. I’m not the girl in linen dress and straw sun hat dancing through sunflower fields, but I could fake it if I wanted. I could show you only the cute bunnies playing and digging around in the dirt. I could show you our bubbling waterfall at the pond. I would not show you the bucket full of bunny poop I collected today with sweat and mosquitoes. I would not show you the stinging nettle rash up my arms from the pulling the relentless weeds. Or the muck and mire they vacuumed out of the pond before we got the water moving again. I won’t mention the frustration and agony of my husband’s constant battle with lawn mowers and pool filters. These are the nightmares that accompany the dream. It’s work and it’s real.

Am I “Living the dream?”

So, I’m torn. Despite the blood, sweat and tears, I love this place. I sat on my porch the other day with book in hand and cool breezes blowing across my sun-kissed skin and I watched a morning dove coo at me from the over head wire and I smiled. It was my dream come true. It still is. Yet, the deeper muse here… where should we be focused? Have all my dreams been wrapped up here on this so called heaven-on-earth? Can I really be living the dream only when I am focused on my place here? In this fleeting moment? We won’t be here forever. Our bodies will age and the fight with the lawnmowers will get tougher. We won’t be able to keep up with all the work that needs to be done. Soon, we will be surrounded by only our people… not our property. The people we have brought into our circle. We can only take people with us to Heaven. Our relationships must focus on the bigger picture. The true dream of forever with Jesus must be our mantra. And we must share it with anyone and everyone.

Our Sunday service this week focused on the words of Revelation chapter 22... “the Lord is coming soon!” It was a reminder to me that yes, although my life here on earth is like “living the dream”… it will be a soon forgotten memory when I stand face to face with my Maker. Living trees in Heaven won’t need pruning. Rivers in Heaven won’t need mucking out. There won’t be curses (or mosquitoes?) or grass to cut. Then you can come over to my mansion and play with my bunnies… no shoveling involved.

Still, the true part of living that dream will be hanging out with Jesus for eternity. Sitting at His feet and listening to the stories of the disciples and how they too, must have thought they were living the dream with Jesus by their side. Until paradise, when they realized, that forever will be the dream. I can only imagine!

Living Water

Well, my goodness, it has been busy here the last few weeks. Rural spring sure is hopping amongst the farmer neighbours. A few days ago, a large trailer was travelling back and forth several times along our otherwise quiet road. Several times. I know this because the dog has now taken to chasing slower moving farm vehicles, and I am beside myself that he is going to get killed under a large tire. He’s slow, and likely would never catch anything, but … well, you know. A Momma’s heart worries. Anywhoo… we discovered that it is “hay season” and the trailer was carrying large quantities of feed to be bundled for storage at the neighbouring dairy farm. Apparently, this is a very specifically timed event as the hay must be completely dry before storing… in case of mold and other nasty things that would obviously hinder long term storage under plastic wrap.

The rains have been frequent in recent days, so the farmers were under constraint to take advantage of the dry days. And so they have! Those rains also meant our own “hay field” (aka our front lawn) was also in need of some harvesting… which was a challenge with our broken down lawnmower. Nevertheless, we are tackling the yard one step at a time, including our pond. Some lovely ladies came out last week to install our pump and some plants to “get the water flowing”. I am super excited! We now have a beautiful sounding waterfall and the pond is beginning to clear. We have a tonne of tadpoles, and a pair of ducks and several butterflies have been visiting, so it must mean something is working!

A “Before” shot of the pond.

When we first moved in, the pond was quite overgrown. We knew little of what it held and how to return it to its former glory. At that time, we did hire a crew to dig it all out and give us some idea of what we had. It was late in the season by then, so installing any sort of filter was not worth overwintering… which brings us to now! There are two levels to our oasis, and we discovered somewhere between 12-14 goldfish survived in the 3 or so feet of nothing. Spring budget included a pump to cycle the water up and flowing nicely over the “spillway” waterfall from a shallow “bog” to the deeper fish pond. The “bog” will be filled with oxygen producing plants that will be a natural filter for the fish below. Once everything hits that magic “balance” of nature’s perfection, all should be a wildlife paradise!

A work in Progress

Like most starts in life, it is currently a work in progress. The pond is still murky. We don’t have full plant coverage yet. The pump is working but we have to make sure the water levels don’t fall too low or get too high. Quite a bit of soil has leached down around the pond liner and my experts tell me it wicks the water out and seeps into the ground. This isn’t what we want. Yet, we need some plants to “have their feet wet” (i.e. be planted just off shore to be boggy but not in the water). It’s all very complicated. Nature is fascinating. I continue to be amazed and challenged by it at the same time.

And so my muse this week is about water. One of the most basic elements on earth… and yet, oh so profound! Learning more about wells and pools and ponds has taught me water is most precious. It seems to be in abundance… until it’s not. And then you panic. On more than one occasion we have had a ‘stop’ in our well and water doesn’t make it to the faucets. It’s just not something we had to deal with in the city. And so you begin to be aware of water and how valuable it really is. It just amazes me that fish and tadpoles and grown frogs and birds and plants all seem to exist when we just leave them alone. Yet order always seems to run to chaos. Left alone too long and plants seep into lining, water wicks up into thirsty soil, balance goes off and things begin to fall apart.

We have a waterfall!

And so it is with us. There is no wonder that so many Biblical references revolve around water. Living water. A never ending cycle of ebb and flow… yet in perpetual balance keeping everything alive and in sync. Until a drought comes along. Or thirsty soil wicks it away. Or too many fish and tadpoles compete for resources. Plants stop thriving and can’t do their part in keeping the balance. So often our relationship with God is similar. When all is “flowing” things go well. It only takes one little thing to go off balance to disturb the whole ecosystem. One temptation leads to lies, deception, mistrust. One comment wicks away at the good stuff, and you are no longer just getting your feet wet… you are drowning in despair. Or you’re not connected in properly and the pipes are leaking. Do you see it? As we have discovered, a once tranquil oasis often takes a lot of hard work and budget to get back to that peaceful balance. Will our pond be the same as it was when the original owners put it in? No, of course not. My landscape tastes will be different. My goals for what I want out of the pond may not be the same as the original designer. Still, I start with keeping the water flowing.

It’s been a pleasant reminder to me to try and balance my spiritual life with the rest of my life. When I am connected to others who encourage me, who pray for me and who lead me in the right direction, I keep living water flowing. Christ refreshes my soul. His living church keeps things oxygenated so that baby tadpoles grow, fish thrive and the system “stabilizes” so that more life can be drawn in and spread out. When the lining of our souls get a puncture wound, or the connections aren’t right, the system breaks down and we leach out all the good stuff. It’s a work in progress, but I hope you get a moment this summer to appreciate some water. Fresh, flowing water. Take a moment to reflect on how such a simple thing can be so profound. I’ll keep you updated on the tadpole count !

Tadpoles

The Lost Boys of Barlowe Theater

When we first moved to our old century home, the youngest definitely thought it was haunted. The previous owner had some family troubles, and although he loved the place, he just wasn’t able to keep it. The pool was a murky, bottomless pit of despair, and we kept dredging up odd objects: goggles, a glove, sunglasses, small animals. We were sure the previous owner had murdered his wife and her lifeless body would one day float to the top of our summer project.

The Latest quirky find in the yard…Any guesses?!

Then we discovered quirky things within the old house. A weird spot for a light fixture that didn’t turn anything on. A “secret” tunnel through a duct in the guest room closet. (We followed it as far as we could and only found dust bunnies and mice droppings). Then the basement storm cellar hatch was sealed off from the outside… only leaving a tiny hole. Could something other than chipmunks hide there? And what about that bullet casing we found in another closet? Could the date scrawled in black marker on it mean anything besides a first hunting expedition? How about the poor Elf on the Shelf lost in the basement rafters? A Christmas tradition gone wrong, or was he left to haunt us with sprinkles as we slept? What about the rifle-sized floor board in the porch that just so happens to be loose….

Don’t even get me started on the woods. How many half finished projects did we find out there? Just kids goofing around or were hermits living off the land in a previous life? And the rumours of the “pot house” nearby burned to ruins? Local legend? Or something more sinister? The land has been owned by the same families for generations. Whose to say our century farmhouse wasn’t akin to the black sheep of the family? One never knows what the walls would say if they could talk….

Of course, I am just kidding about all these things. We did find some quirky things left behind, but they are just tidbits and old junk. The previous owner of our property was a nice guy. Still, we love a good story, don’t we? It may be nothing more than a rumour fueled by a piece of history gone haywire. Shared secrets by the campfire, designed to frighten us just enough to keep us on our toes. So it is with Christy-Award winning author Jaime Jo Wright’s book: The Lost Boys of Barlowe Theater. Finally, a “romantic” book that wasn’t gag inducing! I quite enjoyed it! Just enough intrigue and mystery to keep you on your toes, and plenty of thought provoking paragraphs.

“Those folks who’d been dealt a hard blow by life should’ve experienced the grace of God through the actions of sharing and service. This was why Kit worked at the food pantry…. People were what mattered most. Not buildings. Not even history. The here. The now. The souls whom God let cross Kit’s path to be impacted today so that in the future, their legacy would speak of healing and not brokenness. Of hope and not destitution. Of God and not a world alienated from its Creator, who wildly loved all people.”

The Lost Boys of Barlowe Theater pp.332-333

It’s a twisted tale of rumours steeped in small town suspicions. A parallel between two girls, Kit from present day, and the young lady Miss Greta Mercy from yesteryear. Both linked by ghosts and tales of something deadly lurking beneath the stage of Barlowe theater. Who are the lost boys? Who is the lady in white? You’ll have to read it to find out. It’s a good read. Easy enough to follow as it jumps back and forth from past to present. In the end it all comes together, of course, like a Christian version of Scooby-Doo and Mystery Inc. As an added bonus, the author includes her own “background story” and discussion questions. She weaves her own character into that of adoptee Kit.

” ‘Then you’re not abandoned. You don’t need anyone else but Him. That’s why I’m not afraid. Not afraid of losing my job, not afraid of people leaving me. Human nature is conditional. People, unfortunately, are conditional for good or bad reasons. But God is not. So you trust Him, you step out in faith that others will care for you in His strength and grace, and you realize that sometimes people make mistakes. They leave you. Or they betray you. Or life just sends you in different directions.’ …She hated his truth. Hated the way he’d stated it so bluntly and plainly, and yet he was right.”

The Lost Boys of Barlowe Theater pp.230

Overall, I have to admit that this was a delightfully creepy story that had just enough intrigue to keep you engaged, with bits and bobs of inspiration thrown in. Only a hint of romance. Just the way I like my books! Apparently, it’s also how I like my farmhouses. Eerie elegance? Perhaps that should be my next decorating style. Incorporating the left behind Elf on the Shelf maybe. Nah, I just love a good story, don’t you?

Available now at Bookstores near you!

I’ll have to check out Jaime Jo Wright’s new book on BethanyHouse.com for 2024. If your interested, The Lost Boys of Barlowe Theater is available now at numerous locations. Happy Reading, my beloveds!