Dreams are funny things. Some dreams have the power to hurt and some have the power to heal. Dreams have the power to get us up and out in the morning as we work towards achieving them and dreams have the power to keep us buried with the bedclothes over our heads as we dread them not coming true.

Dreams are what we are made of and as we get older we learn, if we’re smart, to choose dreams that are good for us. Dreams that have longevity and substance. Dreams that affect many people in good ways and dreams that add to life not take from it.

Dreams are powerful and can leave you bereft. But dreams are always there and dreams can change. Dreams leave you when they are meant to leave you and if a particular dream is not over yet then hang on to it with all you have.

You’ll know when a dream is over as you’ll have peace.

You’ll also know when you are meant to hang on to a dream as you’ll have strength. It may not be a lot of strength but you’ll have it and sometimes that’s all you need.

Funny as it may sound a table like this one has been a dream of mine for years. A big wooden table of dreams where everyone is welcome. A table to seat many people and a place that they can all gather and share their hopes and dreams as the sun goes down and the food is wiped from our plates with big hunks of crusty bread.

In the hot sun my Dad – with a little help from Robert the Husband when the table got too heavy – put the table together with his own hands. Made from reclaimed wooden floorboards bought from a reclamation yard in the area. It was made to be strong. To last in all types of weather as long as it received a little care and attention. To seat at least twelve and a few more if they didn’t mind being squashed.

When it was completed it was jet washed to give it a good clean, sanded to get rid of the splinters and given a coat of oil to protect it

I’m realising that the table is a place, not only for eating, but for coming together and for community. For celebration and for healing. The table builds families and friends around it and memories are made.

Welcome to my table. I have been given the table of my dreams and now I can get creative on its ass. I can dream up all different sorts of table settings and colour schemes. I can make tablecloths and serve new recipes to the unsuspecting guests.

We can drink wine or elderflower cordial depending on how quickly it goes to your head.

We can use antique linen napkins or scraps of fabric grabbed from the stash box.

As the sun descends in to the trees we’ll light the lanterns and switch on the fairy lights. The babies will have been fed and be sleeping in the cot until late in the evening when thy are due another feed. We’ll still be outside at that time, chewing the fat, and debating whether or not we need to open another bottle of wine or get the coffee pot on.

We’ll be there together, around the table of dreams, and share our deepest wants and thoughts in confidence and safety. If we’re hurting we’ll find solace and if we’re joyful we’ll find others to share that joy.

I’ve wanted a table like this because I want a table to see my family grow and to hear the stories that unfold as we live our lives. Lives that hold adventure and experiences. Lives that will come together amongst great food and even better company.

Lives and dreams that will unfold around the table. The family table, where even if you’re not family you feel like it and be treated as such.

Everyone is welcome….just don’t forget to bring your dreams.

Lots of love,
Cherry

The winner of the beautiful spotty picnic basket for our July Giveaway is Katy Chat from Windsor. Thank you for all your entries, we enjoyed reading them so much.

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