It may sound crazy, but I dream of chickens – symbols of the dream Hubby and I share.
One of my fondest memories from childhood was the week each summer when our neighbors took vacation, leaving us to ‘pick the eggs’. I loved the smell of straw mixed with feathers; the warm brown eggs plucked from beneath tickly-soft, low-chuckling hens. The sudden startle of the rooster’s crow as if proclaiming, “See how wonderful I am!”
Chickens are at the heart of the life we still yearn to live. Close to the ground, in a small cabin tucked among tall trees. Cloistered from the world of traffic, street lights, and incessantly barking dogs. Where we raise a garden and a cow, eat fresh eggs, live simply, and gather friends and family for retreat. Living and sharing our truth: that a small, simple life is good.
For now, we rent an adorable tiny house with an empty chicken coop in the back yard. Our contract stipulates “no pets except chickens allowed.” Outside only, of course : )
We don’t have chickens yet. Between our schedules and the neighbors’ hungry cats, our birds wouldn’t stand a chance. So we wait, leaning eagerly in the direction of our dream.
In the meantime we live a great life, persisting in our mission to become debt-free. We collect pictures, draw plans, look for ground.
We trust God with our big little dream. For we’ve learned a great truth: the longer the wait, the sweeter each day once it comes.
QUESTION: What is the symbol of your dream?