At first, I hardly recognized them as the long-held, burning desires they were.
But slowly, as each one builds on the last, I am beginning to feel the grounded bliss - pure satisfaction? calm elation? centered knowing? deepened trust in process? - that characterizes the blossoming flower of the once-seed.
Why didn't I recognize this right away?
I think, because:
big dreams often need time, vast stretches of the turning of calendar pages
dreams are fed by small steps, efforts that - in a moment - do not necessarily feel like the action that will sufficiently water the dream-seed
dreams are held by a community of supporters - cheerers-on, helpers when we stumble, encouragers to keep moving forward - who show up sometimes one at a time, just when we need it - just when the dream needs it
dreams require faith, and faith is a process of showing up, surrendering, brushing off dirtied knees over and over
dreams rely on grace - which is so unspoken, so inexplicable - and yet palpable ... like wind on cheeks
dreams are something in and of themselves ... they dream us to dream them, they love us as we love them
I am filled with the deepest gratitude for the convergence of love in nature, humans, dreams.
I am fulfilled these days, moment by moment.
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