How To Dream Of Homeschooling In The Park And Feel Like Being Uprooted And Transplanted All At The Same Time?

Eleven years...11 years ago I had this weirdest of dreams that I was walking in the park   holding   hands with the  man  I  love.  And  in my dream we were this weird homeschoolers  that  seldom  stayed  home  and  counted  going  to parks as doing school.   Almost   every   single   day, nature  walking,   blowing dandelions, riding carousels, enjoying the warmth of the sun as we all got chilly in the late afternoon. 

In my dream The Hunny need not travel far every 28 days to work in the blessed African continent and then go back home for his R and R to catch up with our growing Girl and Boy for another 28 days. Those were looong two-day airplane rides each time. The Hunny knew what the words "long-haul" and "jet-lagged" meant. In my dream he never once complained about this work opportunity. Say, maybe thrice or just twice when his business class flights were becoming rough and bumpy and just when across economy and first class flights everyone was equal when you're up in the air. He is the most grateful person on earth. Privileged, quiet and stable.

Picture below. It was circa 2006 when I first had this dream. The Hunny just got home from a two-day flight from Equatorial Guinea, West Africa and we had to attend The Girl's kindergarten moving up ceremony held in Manila the next day. Yes, homeschoolers have this, too. Anyways, no time to cut his hair, no time to do my mama nails (zoom in if you, please) and The Boy here was just starting to walk at one year-old. On our second year of homeschooling. This dream.

I dreamed about this place where it's winter for eight months, and we wore thick, thermal clothes, with matching trendy boots and coordinating scarves, and maybe eat snow as we walked on  the streets??? I told you, this was the weirdest of dreams.

It was springtime in my dream! 

In my dream we went to explore the Gorky Park and realized that one whole day was not enough to go to each perfectly appointed corners of flower beds and observe these eye-candies like these pictures above and below.

In this dream, my kids and I knew how to whistle. We were whistling to the tune of  "Winds of Change" popularized by the German rock band, The Scorpions: 

"I follow the Moskva

Down to Gorky Park

Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by

Listening to the wind of change"

You know that part in the song where they whistle, that part that sticks to your ear like a stubborn worm? 

"Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away

in the wind of change"

And then you whistle the whistle part. My kids went, "stahpppp already, pleaaase."

In my dream we landed on Vorontsovsky Park where the kids went for a trike ride by this lovely, idyllic pond...

...we paid 400 rubles for a thirty-minute ride...and not until The Hunny "surrendered" his passport lest we forget to return the trike and ride it back home to our apartment.

This dream was kind of jagged and choppy and bouncy. We didn't just walk in the park to do our homeschooling but we were also brought to this nice little corner of a coffee shop where the baristas were the friendliest. Blond barbie dolls came to life at this point!  We were welcomed nicely, and the coffee and the tea were served fresh all the time. 

And in my dream, which I thought, the weirdest?  This homey coffee-shop was located on the ground floor of a twelve-storey high-tech building which the Lord purposefully constructed for our homeschooling convenience; where The Hunny goes to work everyday; a short ten-minute walk from our flat nearby.

In my dream, The Girl and The Boy adjusted well in this big move we had as no one got fuzzy and got along well most of the time. They're not just siblings now, out with the cat and the dog and in with the friends that were treating each other nicely.

We got rid of our bulky physical books and decided to use an online curriculum called Monarch from Alpha Omega publications so we can go lighter and we can have more walks on the park just across our new homeschool corner.

It felt like you've been uprooted and transplanted and now you wait for your new roots to grow underneath your fertile soil. You knew that you were slowly but surely taking ground. You knew that the Great Gardener was watching for this to happen according to His plan. You knew that kind of assurance that the Great Gardener was also the Great Creator of all things, the Great King of heaven and earth. And by the way, Whose throne is in heaven and the earth His footstool. Therefore, if His right foot is somewhere in Southeast Asia, His left foot definitely lands somewhere in Eurasia like a place called Moscow, Russia.

The only problem was, in this dream of mine, no one spoke in English. This dream I was having.