Moving across the threshold
from day to night, the sunset spreads all the colors and shades of yellow and
red. As I look across the sky the painting is different than yesterday. It
always amazes me what life creates in one moment and then the scenery changes
in the blink of an eye. Soon night softly falls, wrapping all in its’ dark
mantle, carrying you off into slumber land.
In the place of the in
between, before sleep and the morning, the threshold beyond time and space,
there is an opening, where dreams are born from. Not the imaginations,
fictions, wishes, thought elaborations, or emotional high- or nightmares we
often call dreams.
But true dreams birthed
directly from the source, from our deepest home, our being, the heart of
creation. We all have heard many a time: “I have a dream” from M.L. King or “Imagine
all the people” from J. Lennon, “Wild geese” from Mary Oliver and countless
more.
Those dreams come as
messengers for what is possible, as a gift they stay with us in their timelessness.
They carry a sense of truth, even if they might seem unrealistic, they have a
taste of a greater freedom, they instill a sense of wonder and hope, they
ignite us like great music that lifts you, they touch the ground of life and
set us on fire to birth them into the world.
They offer us an invitation
and with our permission they will come true in life, no question. We never know
how and when, yet I have seen and experienced it over and over again, when you
are on board and put in your hands and whole heart too- dreams do come true.
There is a dream in each one
of us longing to be lived. A dream for the world, a dream for your life, a
calling to step into love and let it become a reality.
What is your dream, the one that you have met in stillness,
in nature or moments when least expected, the one that always seems to be with
you and follows you around, like someone waiting to be seen, heard and welcomed
in? What might it be like to go forth and begin to live it, one step at a time,
even if the final outcome might be further away then the horizon itself? As St. Francis of Assisi sang, when he
rebuilt his chapel by hand in the freezing cold winter:” Stone by stone….build
your dreams slowly.. “ Trust, at some point it carries a momentum and becomes
unstoppable, like a river flowing as a mighty force and nourishing many.
These dreams are your guides
and important messengers from beyond. Treat them honorably, let them show you
your way and inspire you to live the life you were born for, offering your
unique gift of love into this world.
By Nicola Amadora, 2013 all copyrights reserved.
