The Guts to Dream Big
In my dreams last night I found myself in an off-road race. The vehicle wasn’t particularly fast and yet without complete presence would easily spin out of control. I watched as the driver in front of me drifted for an instant and spun out into the side wall. It reminded me to stay focused as I raced past becoming one with the bumps and grooves of the track. As I found myself out in front the walls of the track turned into stakes in the ground and the track spread out into a large field like area. I did my best to stay on course as the definition of direction became less and less clear. There was a track, but it looked more like a mismatch of spaghetti, loosely contained by thin flags in the ground. I quickly realized that I had lost my direction and could only now see the track from above. There was no getting back in the race as clarity of the bounds became impossible. I awoke at this point, taking in the vividness of the imagery and yet not grasping the deeper insight to which I am now sinking into. (more…)
There are moments when everything seems to stand still… Yes they are still moving, well, under the surface at least. It is certainly not my preference to feel like nothing is heading in any sort of meaningful direction, and then again a seed of awareness exists in me of the power of what is. I have been following the clues today and the internal barometer of feelingness, drifting from bored to borderline emotional until that final straw snapped under the pressure of divine heaviness. Needing to feel the pull of emptiness I suppose, in order to draw the arrow back into it’s most elastic end, now ready to launch somewhere.. hopefully over the rainbow!
I must say I’ve been feeling slightly bloggy lately. And I mean that as a good thing. It is an experiment to explore the boundaries of my own transparency, authenticity and leadership. All very interesting edges to rub up against.




















