Roots
I AM SHE WHO SAT ON EARTHS RICH SOIL
I HEARD THE WHISPER IN THE AIR
BEYOND THAT HILL LIES AFRICA…
YOUR DREAM WILL LEAD YOU THERE
I have of late been thinking about dreams and how important they are, how patient they are, how they wait for us… they wait for us to act, find them again when we take a wrong turn or path..rejoicing that we remember them once again because we can so easily get side tracked, stop believing that they can come true.. and are at times in the unoticed silent process of becoming.
My dream has been around a long long time, waiting for the right time, helping me grow into readyness, preparing me..The seed was planted when I was just a young girl..all of 8 or 9..I remember sitting on the grass outside my home, looking to the horizon and thinking just over the other side of that hill lies Africa, and there unseen sits a girl just like me, gazing to the horizon saying the same thing.
The colour of our skin may differ I thought, but its the same sky that covers us, the same earth we sit upon..The world at that moment seemed such a small place..strange..just a thought away lay Africa.
Over the years, since that day Ive been in the process of preparation I believe.. a few examples not profound yet important
Ive always been terrified of heights, I once got stuck on a hillside in Germany, became like the trees that surrounded me there…..rooted…to scared to move…pertrified wood, had to edge down on my bottom to reach a place where the vertigo subsided enough to allow me to stand and walk again..So it was a great feat for me to one day decide to go up in a glider and actually float like a bird in the skies..to face my fear and stick with it..not let it stop me
At the age when most of my peers were taking driving lessons, I opted for riding lessons …very impractical given the days of getting from A to B by horseback were well and truly over…but an essential skill if one wants to go galloping across the plains of Africa near the wild ones….the bruises didnt seem to matter nor the John Wayne walk.
A few years ago I experienced a time when all I had were a few possessions…I made a choice to move to surrender all that truly mattered to me…simply because my heart knew there was no other way…I learned that I can live with the want…I learnt that all I would ever truly need lay inside..I learnt that surrender does not necessarily mean permanent loss, that those who loved and saw me for who I am, found me, waiting for them just over the horizon, always just a whisper away.
The picture is symbolic of what I do today…Hold patiently and gently within my grasp the seed of that dream…now with tiny shoots…growing…A dream that I must follow without knowing why… yet the getting to where I am today has been every inch a part of the same dreams journey…..I am that plant Ive just realised………still green with much to learn yet very much alive and thriving..
Onward and upward LOL
However I plod on undaunted….:)