Buried Dreams
“Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace.
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It is the first day of 2021. A perfect day to give your life a glance back with affection, maybe a giggle for the perfect plans not manifested. Do you remember when you were a child… how the air smelled on a day of adventures? Crisp, inviting, even lending a hand to your joy. The miracle of life as it is… rushing out ahead of any thought other than the spontaneous experience of moment to moment life. Do your dreams have a tinge of this feeling?
The feeling of buried dreams is a heavy one. It takes courage to look under the covers of that weighted blanket. The could have’s, should have’s, would have’s, the disappointments, wreckage of full speed ahead and then life happens. And then there are other types of dreams thinned out in the ashes of a marriage gone wrong or have lost its soul and intimacy. What about how much you loved to draw as a child? Or that best friend you could not live without? Were you told that adult dreams are childish? Did you know what that meant? Or, just that it was not a good thing—or direction.
What are dreams really made of? What is your real life as you look back vs. the one curated for you by scripts given from external sources? What did you want as a child and what do you want now? While dreams take doing and being… isn’t the “being” part what we really ache for? That crisp inviting air lending a hand to your joy. What is that for you? Maybe something so tiny you don’t think of it because you think of dreams as big events. They can be a whisper. I think of them as intuitive truths … the things that make your life, your life and your self expression your voice alone. Dreams take courage because we have this affliction called Adulting. Visit your life today, remember that child and the senses alive with the beauty of another day in this life of yours. The journey is yours.