The dreams lap the shore of our hearts.
They are gifts of great power and responsibility, to borrow the words.
They beckon us to a deeper, beautiful story in which we are living a life set on fire,
in meaning and intention and love.
And we stand before the water, as we face this new year and
we dare to believe that they are good and true and
above all, possible.
We dare to acknowledge that if we work hard, love well, and pursue
that which shakes the inside of our souls,
the right doors will open.
The right people will walk beside us and disrupt our steady stride.
We know the road will be full of obstacles and struggles,
we must collect our daily strength, faith, and bread.
And we can be sure that we will be required
to walk bravely into the darkness and
remember that the light glowing inside, although at times dim,
cannot be quenched.
And if we are faithful stewards of these dreams,
these gifts, these creative urges,
the calling that echoes in our rising and slumbering,
we will look back and know,
we will raise our eyes to the heavens and breathe in
the breath, ever sustaining and always beckoning.
The dreams lap the shore of our hearts,
whispering with all the power of the wind and the moon,
with all the intention of the great Creator,
a fresh new page awaits, shall we?
My friends, Create boldly.