“A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, traveling to new places, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints.” — Wilfred Peterson
For those of us, a little more mature, I wonder, does a dream ever get old? I came into this world like a cannonball express with ideas and creativity galore. Who would have known the coloring books and stories would have led to blogging, that climbing trees would one day equate to climbing the corporate ladder, and the daredevil bike riding would morph into crazy mornings filled with traffic on the expressway. I’ve come a long way baby!
The life that continues to live and deal with family, job, health, home, school, highs, lows, joy and pain is a life lived only on the external. Like snapshots floating erratically around my head throughout the day, my life swings back and forth from one idea to another. In between the swings however, a frame will freeze, and a glimpse of the other world emerges. The world filled with the atoms, the dust, and the particles that we romanticize about, and in the midst, the spirit that’s still sitting there waiting for us to listen. Have we listened lately?
Is there a trail of us all over the place left behind? Well, pick up the gifts, the talents and the heart, dust them off, and try again. When we lose heart, when we lose focus, we have to remember the dream, design its outcome, develop a plan and deliver. Our dreams and future will not just “happen” on its own. We have to create it.
Outside of our box, with its ragged edges and its soft, comfy ideas, is a universe that we can reach into and discover a whole new beginning. If we reach into this parallel with closed minds and solid ideas about the ways things are, our dreams remain boxed up and unrecognizable. Dreams are not static, they are alive. If we dare to learn something new, explore the times, and take a step forward, we see the dream moves with us in a whole new way. At some point, we may have to re-define it, but it is real and waiting. As we unfold, we embrace the realization that there is no end and no beginning to us, no black, and no white. We are everything in this moment. What gets old is not the dream- but when we fail to dream.
Hope your Easter is filled with wonder, awareness and love!
Under Bridges this week, a special post by Animal Connection. Please see under the “Bridges” tab.