I am thinking and pondering with intense focus this morning.
A dangerous thing, especially when you’re trying to meditate and not think.
Thinking about yesterday’s post.
My love of words, sentences, paragraphs, ideas, scribbling, writing, sharing!
About how many of us grow passions during our short lives on this earth. How desires sprout like daffodils pushing green stalks from rich spring soil. How we want to share this and this and this with the world–here, here is my talent, my gift, my love!
And how the world takes so many of our loves with a sniff, with a toss of its uncaring head, and turns away. How our precious loves are so often not supported with praise and admiration. How our tentative buds are not seen for the beautiful blooms which may someday flower in our lives.
How many dreams wither on the vine from lack of inner and outer support?
How many times do we turn away from our baby dreams and look for something else because we’re convinced our initial efforts are bad, wrong, awful, oh-so-horrible, not as good as his or hers, pathetic, OK but not marvelous?
They say a caring teacher with a discerning eye and loving heart can nurture a tentative vocation with simple words of support.
How many of us have garnered that support for our dreams?
How many of us have given our baby dreams that much inner support?
Probably the reason I love to write is that my mom listened for hours and hours to my childhood stories. She cared enough to let her child share tentative sentences, silly paragraphs, imperfect expression.
She said, “Oh, this is good, Kathy!” and didn’t little Kathy beam in absolute joy and return to her desk to write again, to find more words to share with Mom, to follow that tiny seed of growing joy into more and more fruition?
The same with my photography. When I picked up a camera three years ago–oh heck, who knows when that was?–appreciative encouragement provided impetus to continue, to develop technique, to deepen into the skill.
While canaries never sing sweet songs in my heart when taking photos (like they do when writing words) I have enjoyed learning to see better through the camera’s eye. Others say they like the pictures, perhaps love a certain photo, and there’s more desire to explore, to learn, to share.
Simple words of encouragement mean so much to people.
Martin Prechtel, part-Native American and Swiss, trained as a Mayan shaman, a fierce writer who loops sentences in circular spirituality and writes books with impossible titles like “Long Life Honey in the Heart” and “Secrets of the Talking Jaguar” once hissed at our writing class in Ojo Caliente, New Mexico, that we must never, ever, ever discourage the dreams of our young people. Nothing is more sacred than the dreams of youth. Never mind that they may fail. Never mind that the dreams don’t sound practical or logical or safe. Dreams are precious gifts from the Spirit. Foster them with your every breath.
Sadly, I have not always followed his advice, not for myself or my children. Sometimes I try to encourage dreams toward practicality or security or logic. Sometimes, I’ve even inadvertently squashed dreams like our unsuspecting feet murder insects as we walk in the woods.
Yet, I try imperfectly to be a dream planter, a dream mother, a dream auntie. I attempt to share words of encouragement and delight. I attempt to see the imperfect sprout as an instrument of possibility, a growing light, an opening of the heart.
Let us not forget today to keep our eyes open for emerging dreams. When we witness them rising in ourselves, let us say–over and over again–“You can do it! You can succeed! You can grow your way past brambles and prickly burdock and feasting moths and no rain and burning sun! Don’t let your imperfect expression stop you. You can prosper. You can find the glowing white pearl in the oyster’s clamped shell. You can find the pot of gold beneath your glimmering rainbow. You can do it! You can do it!”
Even if the world refuses to support us–we can support ourselves. Throw our arms around ourselves, hug ourselves, clap to ourselves, cheer wildly, pound the bleachers with our accompanying presence.
From the aura of our own inner praise, we’ll have plenty leftover to be that teacher for others, that encourager, that nurturer of baby-dreams, toddling-dreams, learning-to-walk dreams.
At the heart of every baby dream a chrysalis lies motionless, slumbering. When time ripens, it emerges with butterfly wings to sip the sweet nectar of its blooming rainbow totality and it’s enough, always enough.
You have said it so beautifully – how important it is to nurture dreams as they fledge, to encourage efforts at creativity, expression of self. Perfection isn’t important, learning is.
Perfection isn’t important, learning is! You said it, girlfriend.
Kathy, this is something I have loved about you right from the start. How I have always felt when visiting your blog, a beautiful sense of allowing and encouragement. Of all possibilities. And your delight in this. Such a wonderful gift 🙂
Oh good! It must shine through, this deep knowing that so much is possible for ALL of us. I truly believe it. And it does fill me with delight–that every one of us has so much to give each other when we listen to where our heart longs to share. Bless you, Colleen.
This was a perfect post for me to read today. I have an opportunity to allow positivity to shine for someone who received some not-so-great news that does effect me, as well. (and makes some things kind of difficult.) But, it does not have to shadow my support for someone. A wonderful reminder to not let outside circumstances squelch a bigger picture. If things are tackled with love, support and kindness, it will all work out the way it was meant to be. Thanks for this post!
Brandie, I am so glad this was helpful for you today. Darn those outside circumstances for trying to squelch our bigger pictures! I know it will work out how it was meant to be…even though that can feel challenging at times.
I cannot comment on your wise words without first saying “WOW!” to the photos. Even just a tiny bit of encouragement might make the world of difference to someone. It has for me. I love this: “From the aura of our own inner praise, we’ll have plenty leftover to be that teacher for others, that encourager, that nurturer of baby-dreams, toddling-dreams, learning-to-walk dreams.”
Hey, I LOVED these photos, Barb! They were from Florida, 2010, soon after buying the “big girls” camera. So glad that you have been gifted with praise and encouragement. (And of course, you deserve it. Your blog is fabulous.)
Perfect timing as usual, Kathy. I am currently trying to decide what to do with my life and my time, having relocated across the country to follow my husband’s dream. It can be scary to go back to those original dreams, knowing the only thing stopping me is my concern over “is this the right/perfect/correct thing to do?” Thank you for your gentle reminder that dreams are gifts!
I am always reminded that timing is not necessarily our own. I had another blog to write today–but the Universe nudged it aside and said, “No, there are people here that need to here THIS message. Move on over, girl!” It can be scary, indeed, going back to those original dreams and determining if they can still be kindled, and do we have the energy to support and nurture them all the way through? Discernment, indeed…
Kathy your wisdom is showing again 🙂 Thank you for this post today…I needed to read it. Lately I’ve been guilty of squashing dreams…my own.
I agree with Colleen because I have felt, right from the start that you have a gift for nurturing dreams and a loving heart that allows all possibilities…I feel hope when I read your posts ♥
Where I fall down is when I look around me and see all the obstacles in the way of my dreams and it looks hopeless. So, I need to not focus so much on what’s in my way but trust that somehow, someway it will work out. I know if I keep praying and working one step at a time toward my dreams that I’ll get there eventually. And maybe I also need to be more aware of the now….because perhaps there is a message in the place I am now.
God has the perfect plan and the perfect timing so I need to remember to let Him take care of my life. Thank you for sharing your wisdom and hope today Kathy….♥
It’s the Universe’s wisdom, Brenda! As I just told Celeste, I had a another blog to write. The Universe nixed it until tomorrow or the next day cuz it decided others needed this message today.
Trust is such a key ingredient–a gift in its self. Faith can lead us to our deepest heart quicker than other meandering paths. (OK, sometimes faith rambles, too.) The message where we are now is key! I honor your knowing of that perfect timing, and I pray that we can all continue to surrender to a will greater than our surface thoughts and personality. Hugs.
As parents, I’m sure many of us have inadvertantly squashed dreams ( or maybe advertantly – is that a word???), but I believe in my heart that loving parents do their best to encourage dreams. You’ve been inspirational in many ways here on the blog. When you wrote in yesterday’s blog post about changing to illustrating your words rather than writing about your photos, I thought to myself, “Huh! I thought that was how she always used pictures – to illustrate her words.” I guess that’s because your words say so much, often pictures aren’t necessary- don’t get me wrong, I love your pictures and I am glad you take them!
Karma, did you recognize these pics from long-long ago? (tee hee, November 2010). You can’t believe how mad my camera is at me. It called me a Witch after the last two blogs! I can sense another blog coming on. LOL!
It is funny how those cameras become indignant, isn’t it? I guess that’s why they are called Rebels… 😉
Oh funny, Karma! Rebels! Aren’t they clever?
Hi Kathy – I think we are all lucky that your mother so encouraged your writing! And the advice not to squish anyone’s dreams – perfect. I’ve tried too to be that way, planting seed and watering the dreams as they sprout with every opportunity that presents itself, no matter who it is. If there was any short changing, it would be to myself! Ain’t it always? 🙂 I’m still trying to over-ride my fathers “you can’t”. I think the voice is gone and I go about lolly lolly and by gosh he sneaks up on me again. I think I need a demonic intervention or something!
Isn’t that typical that we should short-change ourselves before others? I wish that we all can reach beyond the “I can’t” voice to the voice which lurks stronger still in the background: “I can!” “I can!” “I can!” Wishing all of us an intervention stronger than all the voices which slay us. I wish it with my whole heart.
So beautifully expressed, and so true! This is a blog that could change my life. Will I allow it?
This could change ALL our lives, if we allow it. Will we allow it? 🙂
These are important reminders, Kathy–especially the part about nurturing dreams. I love the shaddow photo!
Thinking a lot about our shadows today, Kathy, and what we don’t usually notice which might be the most important thing. I am glad you enjoyed. I wish you much revelation from our shadow as the year progresses. OK, in my shadow, too. 🙂
“Nothing is more sacred than the dreams of youth.”
And we mustn’t, mustn’t forget it. We won’t!
This is such a great reminder. I find myself wavering between being supportive and being pragmatic. But, you’re right about dreams being gifts that we should honor and allow and encourage to develop. I’m not sure what my own blog is, but it’s my little space to open my creativity just a hair, and I wouldn’t want someone being all pragmatic on me 😉 It’s those positive thoughts (or words of support, or simple blog visits) that keeps one’s hopes up.
I had noticed that you’ve been using some of your photos to illustrate your words. I had not noticed the changeover though. I’ve also noticed that you’re blogging more frequently again 😉 Blog as often or as little as you’d like – I always enjoy and appreciate your words. Loving your exuberance!
Yep, the Crab Blogger is out of her shell after that magnificent break of two to three days in between blogs. Ha ha, The only problem with exuberance is that it can’t happen before bed. Have you had exuberant nights where you can’t sleep? No fun. Exuberance should be limited to the morning and afternoon and, OK, early evening. I think your blog is lovely, by the way, and funny, and creative and lots of other adjectives, too.
I always feel uplifted by your words Kathy …
Oh, Sybil, you are the best. Isn’t it wonderful when life uplifts us?
I LOVE that shadow shot of the egret, Never seen one like that before. Awesome!
Kala, I loved when I noticed the feet and shadow of that egret.I am glad you liked it, thank you!
I think image of the shadow of the egret in *Shadows of dreams* will stay with me for a very long time.
Practicality, security and logic are always there, channeling us away from following our hearts and dreams. Finding the balance between our responsibilities and our dreams is often a struggle, but it is better to struggle with it than to let the dreams become shadows…
It is strange–the photos that choose to stay with us. Speaking of photos, a friend wrote today saying that she had a dream last night about being in a water bubble and I was in a water bubble, too. Isn’t it interesting that she dreamed that after our synchronicity about bubbles yesterday?
P.S. I like your words of wisdom about finding balance. That feels right on.
Wow. I often feel like I am a supporter and enabler of other people’s dreams, but sometimes I’m too shy or insecure when it comes to my own inspiration and goals. This post gives me optimism, hope, and excitement, and it also reminds me why I’ve come to cherish your writing so deeply in such a short time. You have a wonderful gift with words and comments– your writing makes me feel capable and safe and nurtured, so thank you for that. 🙂
Dana, I emailed your comment to my mom and dad. (They were saying on the phone how many wonderful comments there were on this blog.) My mother wrote back: Awesome. You of course know that I feel the same way on your blog? Here’s to optimism, hope and excitement, safety and nurturing!
You’re too sweet, Kathy– thank you! 🙂
This is so beautiful all I can do is:
That is a lovely smiley-face, Robin. I will return one to you: 🙂
Beautifully composed, Kathy! Its the dreams where it all begins. It gives you the hope and that is where destiny lies. As you dream, so you shall become. Nice pictures to go with the thought 🙂 *dreaming*
I am glad you liked this, Sonali. Ever since I received your wonderful Christmas card, I think of you with extra-special smiles. I am glad you are a dreamer. I am glad you will realize your dreams…