Dreams/Conflict

I have these two dreams that sometimes I feel are tearing me in half. On one side, I want to move, to shake, to travel, to take chances, to meet all sorts of different people, to be a gypsy and see the world. I want to experience the weird and uncommon, I want to have wild love affairs, I want to find and love kindred spirits, I want to see the most beautiful sights our Mother Earth has to offer. I want to do all sorts of crazy and amazing things I will remember with a grin when I am wrinkled and white haired. I want to have stories to tell to shock and delight the young people who will visit me. I want to DO, I want to feel alive, to feel the delicious electricity of life surging through me, filling me to past bursting. I want this so bad it makes my heart beat fast and my eyes water. I am impatient to stretch my legs, to wander and explore. Yet on the other side, my heart yearns for a perfect place to put down roots, a real life home. A place where I can love the land and the people, a place where I can grow my heirloom tomatoes and my old fashioned flowers. A home filled with friends and the family of my heart, where kindred spirits gather and linger over good home cooking. Where a warm fire and making music (or making love) is a common occurrence. A place I can stay and still love ten, twenty years later. I know I can't have both at the same time but I also know I have a lot of time. I think I can have both in this life, in fact I know I can. It's just a matter of deciding when, how and where.