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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