Sometimes wishes lay gently upon the heart inviting the heart to take them in like seeds for the bloom. And the heart, being fearful and weary dries up that first layer earthiness to keep the dreams for rooting.
If we are lucky, the spirit remembers the dream that even years later may have dried up and almost given in. And the spirit blows upon the dream seed and reminds it to knock once more at the hearts door.
When I was young, I was given such a dream. It got shoved to the side several times, got pushed into a corner where it threatened to rot. But my spirit never forgot it. And eventually my heart softened and grew stronger.
Now that dream’s rooted; it has taken hold. And I have a choice. How much light do I give it? How much moisture do I allow it? How patient? And how big do I dare to let it grow?
One of my favorite theorists, Viktor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor, proposed an approach to reaching your fullest potential. He says, “Aim high.” He explains that when a pilot shoots for a destination she must target a more Northernly approach. It is in that way when the crosswinds come, as they always do in life, that she may arrive just shy of her journey’s end.
Jamie Ridler asks What do we wish to dare? This is the wish I cast…that I may build my dream to be larger and more audacious than I am. And in that way, I may arrive at my journey’s end fulfilled, never having to ask….what about that seed of long ago that sat wilting in the corner. I will know that it grew into the a great Tree of Life…sustaining me and those who dared to sit under it with me.