If I look back over my past, I can see a very clear thread of art and writing that connects the events of my life. I can remember the smell of the art rooms in my schools. I can remember being drawn to the paper and pen aisle of stores. I can remember drawing caricatures and NBA logos for my classmates in junior high. I can remember taking creative writing in 4-H. I can remember some of the first books that moved me to the point of tears, like Where the Red Fern Grows and Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry.
I can remember journal after journal filled with words. Passionate words. I can remember creative writing class in high school, and the way my heart sort of soared in and out of that classroom. I can remember poems and love letters and thank you notes and college correspondence that gave me a creative place to use words.
I can remember the wrinkles in the face of an old woman who I photographed. I can remember the stories of the lives of those that upon first glance were so different than me and yet they taught me great truths about myself, about humanity. I can remember being voted most artistic in my senior class and wondering what that even meant. I can remember looking longingly at the Art Majors or the English Majors at my college and wondering what I was missing out on.
Looking back on it all now, it seems so obvious. At any given time I could have committed to the artistic dreams that were pursuing me. But for reason upon reason, I kept those dreams at arms length, flirting with them frequently, but never committing. I didn’t give them space to breath. I rarely gave them a chance. They were but a hobby, a pastime, a distraction from the things a mature young adult should really be focusing on.
What I am finding is that the dream never left me. I would imagine had I never turned towards it, it would have continued to call to me, in different areas of my life. But I would also imagine, the more we ignore it and the more we learn to tune it out, the less likely we are to ever really hear it.
I am hoping these words will connect you to the voice of your dreams again. I am hoping that something has been stirred in you and that you are in the process of looking back over your own past thread to see and hear a dream that has been calling to you all along. I am hoping that the dreams written on your heart from day one are showing their face to you. And I am hoping that you are giving them a chance to be heard.
Give your disgruntled dreams a place to vent. Let them tell you they want a really nice car, or they want an airstream trailer, or they want a new wardrobe, or a new body or that they want to go to Italy. Let them cry out as some of them breathe their first and last breath simultaneously, because they just aren’t meant to be. Let the ones that are not meant to be take you deeper to greater longing and searching and wrestling. Let questions remain questions for awhile until you can put your own answers to them, not the answers everyone is telling you you should have. Let the dreams have a voice. Let them be heard, if only on a piece of paper. Let them sing or scream or whisper. Let them out. Let them say, "I don't know" or "I'm in a hurry here" or "I'm scared of showing my face."
Let them live today. Let them not wait on Italy, or money or the stars to align. Beg of them, where can you show up today?
Let your dreams utilize all those inspiring phrases that were in Sabrina’s poetical marketing language for the Italy trip.
Let them free. Let them live unmolested by the rules, the religious duty, the expectations. Let them flip around a bit, like a fish out of water. Make people stand back away from them. Protect them. Trust them to find their way back into the ocean. Let them become so desperate for breath that they will lose everything to go after it. Then, and only then will they be the dreams they were meant to be to begin with, in their purest most fragile state. Let the joy return as they gain strength. Let the dream living begin as they gain confidence. Trust yourself along the way. This is life as it was meant to be lived, rich and full of enjoyment.
Things to Consider:
If you are ready to commit to yourself as an artist and explore your expression of that, I extend to you an invitation to the Secret Message Society - a grassroots movement of artists who are actively collecting, creating and inviting Secret Messages into their life (just as I welcomed Sabrina's secret messages into my life) and using them to imagine, make and allow a way for their own artistic lives to break forth. This is a monthly publication to inspire you to keep on keeping on.
If you enjoyed the blend of imagination and reality which Tomorrow's Dreams Today speaks to, (taking Sabrina's poetical language and applying it to create practical changes in your life) then consider furthering that discovery through a course in The Magic School. Your dreams live and breathe and move in your imagination. They are best expressed through the language of poetry and fiction. But as we explored in this course, we have a life to live in the "real world" and this is where we want to direct our dreams to take form by being embodied and manifested in very real ways.
Your magic is your ability to take the possible and make it actual. It is your power to get unstuck. It is a slow process of growth and patience and continuous movement forward over a long period of time, but your magic is used daily to wand-tap road blocks into open doors. If you just want a little taste, I recommend The Primer. If you are hungry for more, apply for Course 101.