diving in

I live in Calgary.

I lived in Portland a month ago.

I lived in Nashville two months ago.

I worked in Seattle 6 months ago.

I’ve carried a lot of dreams throughout my life.  Some may have missed the mark a bit or became unattainable, but generally, I found ways to live them out.

And then a storm came through.  And another.  And another.  The dreams got swept away as well as parts of the dreamer.

I started having visions of being in an ocean, carried by crashing waves, longing for the roots of a tree.

It’s hard to dream when you’re trying to keep your head above water.

It’s hard to dream when you’re trying to get back to land.

But what if… what if I didn’t try to keep my head above the water?  What if I didn’t try to get back to land?  For the beauty of life might not be found on land.  It may not even be found by keeping my head above the water.  It might just be found by diving in.