'Those people are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do' – Steve Jobs.  I suppose you could call me a dreamer at heart.  My hopes and dreams often aren’t visible; but while you’re sipping hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, (attempting) to talk to me, I'm dreaming; like this:

I hope to wake up each morning at 5:00 a.m. in my cozy, colourful apartment and spend time with God, praying, reading His word, studying the Bible.  I'll scamper downstairs after a refreshing shower (or bath if I have time) and make myself muesli and have yoghurt, fruit and orange juice. After that I head to Starbucks and get a steaming cup of tea and read a good book.  It's 9:00 now.  I whip back home and pick up a few extra books, my camera and music sheets.  Then it's off – riding my bike, of course -- to the Royal College of Music.  It's about a 35 minute bike, but that's okay because I'm wrapped up warm; a scarf is wrapped around my neck, a snug hat rests on my head, a wooly sweater tightly clasps me and boots are on my feet.  A basket on the back of my bike carries my books and camera safely and snug.  

I arrive at RCM.  I clutch my books and camera tightly in my hands and swing open an old wooden door, which creaks at every jolt and smells musty - it's an old, familiar smell that makes me nostalgic. I head to class (it starts at 10:30 a.m.)  But before class starts, I head over to the nearest Steinway grand piano that sits in the left hand corner of the classroom.  Slowly, then all at once, a rhythm finds its way into my heartbeat and pulse while I play Chopin's Nocturne in Nocturne op. 9 no. 1 in B flat minor -- it's whimsical and fresh and light and airy and it speaks to my soul; I am encapsulated in a world of majestic sound.  Classes go by and I receive instructions and training from my tutors.  It’s really all very wonderful. 

Hours pass by.  

Lights twinkle and adorn the dusky streets of London as I whirr down the cobbled road on my bike.  Upon my arrival home, I put the French Artisan bread that I had prepared earlier in the oven bread and make some spaghetti and toss up a salad. Carefully, I slice steaming fresh bread into pieces and dish out spaghetti (of course, I top the plate with a basil leaf). I invite a friend or two over for the meal and we talk about life and books and aspirations.  After that I slip on my favourite CD and we just close our eyes and pray and think together.  

Life is beautiful when we hope and dream; it really, really is. 

What are your dreams and aspirations?


  1. This is so beautiful. Truly. And I agree -- life would be black and white without imagination to fill it with life. xo

  2. so beautiful. xoxo

  3. SOSO beautiful. I'm so glad life is full of color and inspiration. :)


  4. you are SO talented. I love love love these pictures.

  5. This is...well, beautiful. xo

  6. Oh my goodness... I love this, dear! It's so incredibly nice to read something straight from your imagination- it hits home. I love seeing your dreams... you have good taste.

    My dream is a bit different- I want to live in a little apartment in New Orleans with nothing more than an endless supply of ink and paper and write. Dreaming is so wonderful!

  7. I loved this post, and your pictures are gorgeous! <3

  8. I love the first picture!!:)

  9. Beautiful :) Such a lovely post x
    Kimmy x

  10. Acacia, oh I wish I could live your dreams! The way you described this, I could see every detail. I don't think there's a day I'd rather have than this one... and playing on a Steinway? Um, yes. Lovely photos, too!


    p.s. I just finished a little *something* for you this morning. :D

  11. Dear Acacia,

    I know it's a little late for the "I'm thankful" list but I am really thankful for you. Your words, your pictures, and your whole-hearted love of Jesus. It's very inspiring.

    Anyway, can I slip into your dream sometime? Maybe on a rickety old bike beside you, or in some cosy bookstore. Or at your wonderful house at dinner?

    I think my dreams are surrounded by words and small coffee shops. Cliche much? I know. But I suppose there is nothing new under the sun, the best I can do is be myself.

    Thank you for being inspiring and yourself, and also for taking that third picture which sends me swirling away into beautiful dreams that can almost be imagined.
    P.S. Sorry I've been away and invisible for so long.

  12. BEAUTIFUL words and pictures.

  13. Really, how can I tell you about my dreams and inspiration when I'm DROOLING OVER YOUR'S?! Beautifully written, Acacia! Your photos are always so inviting and warm.

  14. Btw, Steve Jobs said that. :)

    1. Ohhh!! Thanks so much! I was wondering. :)

  15. Your dreams are beautiful and i really hope they become realities for you.
    4th picture down, love!