So many times in my life I have felt completely, and utterly lost. It didn’t matter that I had a great job, good friends, or wonderful opportunities. For some reason, no matter what I did I always felt like I was somehow swimming upstream with no hope of ever finding my way.
As I trudged along, I would find myself slipping deeper into despair wondering where I belonged. It was the cause for sleepless nights and a deep rooted depression slowly taking over my life.
It wasn’t until meeting my dear friend Francis the Healer that I learned something very valuable. “You walk the path of the dreamer” he said with quiet confidence. “An artistic path that will always feel lonely but that is only an illusion. Turn inward and you will find the answer has been there all along.”
“The path of the dreamer.” I thought. I had been told many times that I lived in fantasia, being laughed at or scoffed for dreaming too big. “You? Okay. Sure.” There were so many times when I felt misunderstood, and ridiculed from those who didn’t have the same vision. I wasted my precious time and energy trying to convince those who couldn’t see to believe.
“Turn inward and you will find that the answer has been there all along.” When I ventured deep enough into meditation to hear that quiet voice within I finally understood.
I am a dreamer. I walk between worlds on the path of loneliness with a fearless heart. I keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds. I shoot for the moon and swing among the stars. I see with my eyes but listen with my heart. I belong to nothing and connect to everything. I am homesick for a place I can’t see but know is real. I’m a romantic, a believer in hope, a purveyor of love. I know that anything is possible. I am dreamer… and I’m not the only one.