The dream is alive in each moment. It exists, not in past or future, or hidden like a perfect gem within a set of impossible conditions, but within the sacredness with which we approach the unfolding now. Even as nothing can live in stasis, the dream is found in movement: in our journey of growth and in the way we choose to respond to the divine gift of being. The most astonishing colours of fantasy and purpose are painted into the peeling of a carrot and the making of a bed. The real is far more extraordinary than our imaginations have the power to conceive; the birthing of dreams is in how we choose to see and live.
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Introduction
"Only that day dawns to which we are awake," wrote Thoreau. This blog, in words and pictures, is my attempt to be awake: to be alive to the mystery of life. It is an exercise in gratitude and wonder, and an open invitation to beauty. Archives
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