Dreams Don’t Die They Change and Grow

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Iman is a photographer who, through her unique process of coaching and photography, can show a woman what other people see when they look at her. She is passionate about teaching other photographers how to live and be a professional and making change in the world. She dreams of changing the way women look at their bodies and how the world defines beauty. She also thinks being an instructor on CreativeLIVE would be incredible. Iman battles Lyme disease and shares her unique view of dreaming while fighting for her health. Her post day is Wednesday. [email protected] Iman Woods If you aren't sure how to comment on this story, click here.
I thought I would never find a house I could love more than the one I just left. I was wrong.

I thought I would never find a house I could love more than the one I just left. I was wrong. Look at these windows! Nature is around me all the time. So soothing.

Replacing my former dream house seemed an impossible task.

This blog will hopefully balance my last two frustrated blogsKelly Swanson, motivational speaker and fellow 8 Women Dream writer, wisely commented on my blog where I said goodbye to my dream.

Dreams don’t die – they just take on a new shape.
Kelly Swanson

I’m over the moon to meet her in person and now that I’m about an hour away I can hug her finally.

I’m happy to report that she is right about dreams not dying!

My new home is the perfect fit for the me that is emerging after hiding away for so long. This blog will be more positive, but honestly the move has been stressful and exhausting. Moving (even after 20 moves) makes one question their sanity. No one ever dreams of unpacking boxes and giving up belongings because they don’t fit in the truck.

Today I’m going to focus on the many blessings this move has made apparent. Proof that dreams don’t die they change and grow.

I live on a farm!

It’s been a dream of mine for some time to live on open land without neighbors looking in your windows. My new neighbors are chickens, roosters and dogs. Every morning I hear chicken sounds and I think it’s the Bub crying. I’m starting to be able to tell the difference. Also, roosters don’t just crow at sunrise fyi! Remarkably, I’m able to block out the roosters after just a few days.

Nature surrounds me.

This is grounding and calming. We have a wide range of birds, including hummingbirds! We see deer nearly every morning. (The Bub adorably calls them “reindeer”.) Squirrels, lizards, hawks, sheep, frogs and more live here.

I am blessed with amazing people in my new life.

My parents are less than two hours away. Several friends from high school in Germany live here and it’s been amazing to catch up. We have kids now. And many a joke has been made about being old. I’m the youngest by 2-4 years so to be honest the terrible jokes are all mine. These friends have swooped in and helped me unpack. I can’t even put into words how humbled and honored this makes me feel.

My friends around the world are pure gold.

From Colorado, Texas, Florida, Canada, Singapore and many others. They check in, send laughs, and are always available to try and close the distance with contact.

I took buying food in a grocery store for granted.

I had NO idea how much work went into growing and harvesting food. Not just the back breaking labor of it, but the best farmers do intense planning to support an eco system. They recycle. They care about the environment. I’m starting to see the POINT of spiders. I’m actually letting them live. Unless they walk across my face at night. Those ballsy spiders are asking to be murdered.

The biggest blessing: I know in my bones that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

Through the crazy and hectic last few weeks, I’ve questioned whether I was making the biggest mistake of my life. Being surrounded by loved ones, in this amazing house, in the countryside I am overwhelmed with a feeling of fate. This is where I am supposed to be. I haven’t felt this in many many years.

And my blessings in photos:

Sunrise on the farm.

Sunrise on the farm.


Sunrise from my new living room.

Sunrise from my new living room.


Storm on the farm. Watching the clouds roll in, seeing the rain, hearing it is similar to the crash of waves on the beach.

Storm on the farm. Watching the clouds roll in, seeing the rain, hearing it is similar to the crash of waves on the beach.


Dew drops in the morning on the farm. Every morning I see some new beautiful thing.

Dew drops in the morning on the farm. Every morning I see some new beautiful thing.




  • Ah these photos are wonderful. I’m excited to see how you invent your new life.

  • kellyswanson1

    What a lovely post. Don’t apologize for whining posts. It’s not the “life is perfect” posts that we connect to – it’s the posts where you show us your vulnerability and your pain. And then we see that we are not alone in our dark moments. We love you for sharing your heart – mess and all. So never hesitate to let us in.
    And I’m glad that you are watching your dream take a new shape. I like to think of our dream being defined as the life we want. And getting the life we want never dies unless we choose to let it die. Sometimes we think our dream means one thing – one tangible thing – one “this is the only way I will ever be happy” kind of thing. But dreams are more than that. They are who we want to be, where we want to go, journeys undiscovered and yet unexplored. And once we see that life is not about the things that happen to us, but the story we choose to write with the things that happen to us – we see that the book is never closed – there is always a fresh new page – always more ink – and that we aren’t sitting here reading our fairy tale, at the mercy of the circumstances – we are writing it. And sometimes our story is filled with tears – and our readers cry along with us – and sometimes our story is filled with triumph – and our readers cheer us on. But no matter where we are – we are in this together.
    I’m honored to share this journey with you and help you hold the pen – even if it shakes. And I can’t wait to hug you in person.
    Your fellow dreamer,
    Kelly Swanson
    (PS And now I am inspired to write a post about dreams taking a new shape. You’ll see it soon.)

  • Juliette

    …and each one of us is in charge of making & fulfilling our own dreams. Even knowing you the little I do, I have never doubted that yours will ever be beyond your reach. I can’t wait to watch you live them!


    I am new to this site. . .my company having moved Maria recently. I love this sentiment that dreams don’t die; they change. Experiencing that firsthand and your blog this morning is an inspiration. You take the most amazing pictures! The dewdrops are most, most lovely.

    • ImanWoods

      Thank you Ernestine! Maria is a gem. :) The photographs are all taken with my iPhone 5. I’m so glad Kelly posted that comment on my previous blog. Thank you for your feedback and welcome to 8 Women Dream!

  • ImanWoods

    Thank you Melissa! I’ll update with more detail soon.

  • Melissa Halsey Caudill

    Beautiful blog!