Today I got to spend time with a dreamer. One who has struggled almost violently in the pursuit of the possibilities. Next week will be a triumph in her life; seeing from the other side of the hurdle she has been working to overcome. I heard a teaching about the dreams we carry, those unknowns that we will someday claim, "I knew this was going to come about". Sometimes in our struggle to understand why our arrows aren't hitting, we lose sight of the hope we can receive in cheering from the sideline. So this is my tribute to one whose journey is reaching a new skyline...
Just like the lighthouse served as a warning, it also championed the mainland. Living proof that solid rock was waiting. As I am waiting to see my new skyline, my dreamer friend is now seeing her new reality, and in her living I see that faith holds out. Thanks for being a lighthouse for me.
Oh boys! Endless pursuits of the slimy creatures. Nature's wet
sensations. We girls would rather stay away, away from any danger. But
where would adventure be if all the boys weren't free? Free to run, free
to climb and subdue.
Isn't it funny the way we change? One day we are
running from all that boys champion. But growing old alone doesn't seem
such a nice situation. Then one comes, all sly smile on, and wiggles
into our hearts so dear. All of the sudden we long to join in the risks
taken; adventure up ahead.
Here's to life and journeys together,
conquering what comes our way... to the age old tradition of tying the
knot and endless summer days.
