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“Travelling Teaches You” (12).

Travelling teaches you to dream again. Sadly, sometimes, the pressures or even just the ‘predictability’ of daily life can stifle us and be a contributing cause for us to stagnate in life. Travelling sparks something within us to help revive and excite the dreamer within, to reach deep and touch the place hidden in each of us that has the potential to see life afresh with child-like wonder, curiosity, fascination, openness and awe. I believe this goes deeper than the act of travelling itself to a place within each of us that was born to dream, to hope, to imagine, to create, and to reach for I believe, the One Who Created us for a life far beyond what the world has pressed and moulded us into accepting. Travelling is not the end in itself, nor the final ‘Teacher’, but it is an important part of the journey that reminds our souls not merely to exist or to survive, but to Live again. ❤ 

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The small things are actually the big things…

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Weren’t we all created to soar? And yet how many of us feel like we have been buffeted by too many a storm, have had our wings clipped, and our hearts broken? Maybe the dreams we once had never took flight, and now we don’t see much point in ever seeking to soar the way we deep inside feel or wish that we were meant to. 

Do you feel like that? The world we live in is replete with things that might dull our sparkle, burst our dreams, and render us unable to soar. Have you experienced this? The unkind words spoken to or about you perhaps not long ago, perhaps decades ago, that just don’t seem to leave you, affect your mental health, your view of yourself as valuable or worthy, your view of how others see you, and the opportunities you let yourself (or don’t) take. Maybe you have been bound and caged by more than just words (not that words themselves aren’t powerful and can be deeply harmful)…perhaps you have suffered abuse, physical harm, neglect, fear, uncertainty, and a whole host of things that I couldn’t perhaps imagine.  

But somehow, you have found yourself here. Right now. Today. Reading this blog. And you feel like you are a failure or are not good enough, that your life hasn’t amounted to very much, and maybe you just need a big friendly virtual hug from a friend you don’t know, but who longs to encourage you. If you are that person, thank you for being here, thank you for reading this, and thank you for being you. Do you know what? I am that person too…and that’s why I’m reaching out to you. I’m not here to preach to you and I’ll mention this only briefly in this particular post, but you can find more in my ‘faith posts’, however, the Only true way to be released from your prison or cage is by the unfailing LOVE of Jesus Christ, and however long that journey might be for you, I hope you one day find rest in His love for you. 

That being said, you might be wondering what the title of this post refers to. The small things are the big things. Friend, we may have been bruised, broken, tossed by tempest, storm and winds of circumstance and change, we may have felt (or even been) caged, imprisoned, oppressed, mistreated, made to feel unlovely, unlovable, unwanted, undesirable, unworthy, and so much less that we actually are. 

But, listen….we are here. Now. And do you know why the small things are the big things? Because every time you get up again after being knocked down, you are doing something incredible. However small you might feel your achievements are, if you have taken the next breath through anxiety, depression, darkness or fear, you have made a great statement – you *are* worthy, you *can* do it, you *will* persevere, and you *are* special. 

If you have continued on despite feeling like you have ‘fallen behind’ your peers, you are exceptional. If you have faced opposition from within and without, if you have not given up, if you got up when you felt like disappearing, if you went outside when you felt like hiding, if you spoke to someone when you felt afraid, if you took care of yourself, your health, and did the next small thing when it was most difficult to do so, whether through depression, anxiety, fear, pain, loss, grief, loneliness or whatever it may be, you did a great BIG thing, and dear friend, if you did it before, you can, you will do it again. So don’t underestimate yourself  or the value of your small achievements…for at the end of the day the small things are actually the big things, and sometimes the small decisions and choices we make are the ones that will change our course and change our lives! Be blessed. xx

Pic of the Day ~ What dreams will you take to flight this year?

I captured this picture last October at a beautiful light show organised in a woodland park area, called “The Enchanted Forest”, using a Panasonic Lumix camera with a Leica lens…

This was during a sound and light display and the light projections flowed in a kaleidoscopic movement in time with the music. The images came and went and one bright display changed into something vividly different within the blink of an eye. However, I was captivated by this projection of a ‘bird’ that flew and flapped its wings before swiftly transforming into a new array of patterns and colours. So I waited, waited for the projections to come round full circle as it were so that I could ‘snap’ the exact moment of this mystical metaphorical bird of light.

And I am glad I waited, for I took the time to remind myself both to look at life through the lens and capture these fleeting memories, but also to remember to put the camera down and *be* in the moment, living it, savouring it and experiencing it fully. However, life changes from one moment to the next, and it is pretty special I think, to be able to live it with a camera in hand for just the right moment too!

And if you happen to have stopped by to visit and read my post, and have got this far, thank you ~ and please leave a comment as to what is sparking your imagination at the start of this new year, and what dreams do you hope will take to flight? x

 

Daily Prompt – ‘Taper’: A Kite in a sky filled with dreams!

Daily Prompt – ‘Taper’

They crouched together, one soft tiny hand entrusted fully into the safety of its father’s broad and steadfast hold. The little one, wearing orange shorts, a pale blue t-shirt and white trainers, his straight blonde hair fluttering in unison with the kite strings, was a picture of innocence and excitement.

It was time. Hand in hand they arose, and ‘father’ flicked his wrist and let go of the kite, as both reached one arm upwards, the stronger of the two reaching into the sky with the kite, while the tiny, tender arm reached up safely into that steadfast grip. They ran. Slowly at first, and then gathering momentum, one large stride to the pace of three hurried steps.

Up it went, the ribbons and bows fluttering wildly behind it. How long it would last, they did not know, and so they ran, and ran, and ran, as the kite soared and swooshed, and caught the wind, as its tail tapered excitedly into a cloudless sky filled with dreams!

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Of Pebbles & Pearls…

Daily Prompt – Buff

You dreamed of a life graced with the calm simplicity of a Kinkade painting. One in which sunbeams would dance and float upon the stream that gently carried you through your days.

Row, row, row your boat….”

And perhaps that is how your voyage began, once upon a time, in simpler days. Leaves fluttered and fell and were caught upstream. And Thumbelina and Tom Thumb sat cradled upon one of those leaves, waving to you happily as they drifted gently by.

Gently down the stream…”

I can see you there.  Your delicate hand upon the rough bark of that old oak tree. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Praying….

A stray piece of driftwood bobs by and out of sight.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…”

You cannot stand on the shore forever. There is too much adventure in your heart to let your timidity be the rope that tethers you and holds you back. And so you build for yourself a boat, and set sail gently down that playful stream.

Life is but a Dream!”

Only your stream refuses to remain calm and playful, and the tides turn.

Life on the ocean waves!”

Water crashes against the rocks of your life. You are thrown overboard. Seaweed strewn, a straggler to the shore, you are water laden, and carrying lessons heavier than the rocks.

But the pebbles around you are buff and beautiful. Years of being battered by harsh waves have made them so.  And you reach down into the rock-pools for a starfish, but find an oyster shell instead. The harsh grinding of grit and grain has birthed a gleaming pearl inside, that you know.

You are overwhelmed. In the distance you see a lighthouse, and from it the only Light you need. Overwhelmed with joyous defiance or defiant joy, you are not sure. Drenched with the fresh water of life as waterfalls find you. Buffeted, yet gloriously you shine, a sweet reflection of that Greater Light, with a depth and a smoothness that that gentler stream could never bring out in you.

This storm has passed. You are Alive!

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