OK, so this may look like a dead patch of weeds. Every July this is what greets you at our front gate. But oh, what lies beneath! Lots happening under the ground. Transformations of the most miraculous kind. Wait til August. Imagine. You will see…………
This is a visual metaphor for what I’ve been doing this past month, for what’s going on around here. See, if we were to clear away the dead foliage from that patch of ground, the roots and happenings under the earth would not be able to fully reach their glorious transformations. Those roots feed off the nutrients of the dead foliage above ground. They are laying the foundation for the most beautiful emergence. That’s how I feel about what we’ve been doing here. You may say I’m a DREAMER. Cleaning up, preparing, building upon our roots, what we know and love, laying foundations, getting ready one day at a time…..This is my favorite work space in my art room. Tiny old desk, I know. But it fits my needs perfectly most of the time. I can always move to other areas if I need more room. And what I really love about it, what gives it a spirit that cannot be duplicated by anything shiny and new, is that this was my husband’s and both my boy’s grade school desk. It has things carved into it and permanently markered onto it that I wouldn’t trade for all the tea in China! That spirit of history moves me and inspires me in my creativity. We like old things around here. Re-purposed and appreciated and transformed. Lots and lots and lots of things are being made here. Things to support my dream……
We are having so much fun making things pretty around here. I used to work work work like a banshee to get things “done”. Now I find that I really do stop and smell the roses, revel in the beauty of every blossom, grateful to be doing this work. My mind wanders, and its OK. Eventually it finds its way back, teehee. As the weeks go by, little by little my vision starts to emerge. It may not look like much to anyone else, but its peeking out at the world, growing with the well-tended roots of my experiences. I have faith in its strength and its confidence. At this point its not a matter of “if” but of “when”. I love how this magical little bud is so forcefully projecting itself up into the world. It looks lonely and perhaps a bit foolish, trying to bring beauty into a patch of decay, but I identify with its dreams….
but I’m not the only one…..
Dreams are who we are. Both the conscious and unconscious kinds. Most of us are dreaming in some way or another all the time. Our species wouldn’t progress without dreams. Its what we do with those dreams that matters. Do we honor them or dismiss them? Do we honor the dreams of others, of our loved ones, of more “important” ones, and ignore our own? As women, sadly, that happens a lot. Like we need permission from some other being to have the freedom to follow our own dreams. Like we need to wait for the right time. You know, that exact moment when all the stars and heavens are in perfect alignment. You know that moment. The one that will never come…..So I have a dream. Its pretty simple. I want to provide a place for women and girls to gather and celebrate their authentic selves. To share creative pursuits. To learn new fun things. To play. To be outside and re-connect with nature. To circle and support each other’s dreams. To bond with kindred souls. To soothe and nurture their precious spirits.
This dream of mine continues to grow at its own slow pace. Slow for me, I should say. I often do things impulsively and I value spontaneity. But there is an enormous amount of work that still needs to be done to manifest this dream. ENORMOUS. And if you knew the extent, you may say I’m crazy…..but that’s another song……there is a fire burning deeply within me that keeps me humming along. I can’t do all the work necessary to get this dream up and running by myself. Others need to buy into my dream to help me launch it. And they are buying in. Because its a dream that’s big enough for my peeps to join their own dreams to it. And so it grows, strong and steadfast……With a relentlessly positive attitude and confidence, dreams are entirely possible. We’ve all seen it over and over. My hope is that the women and girls who come to our retreats will find their own dreams just as possible.
What’s your dream? I’d love to hear all about it!!!