Building Castles

“If you have built castles in the sky, Let not your dreams go to waste; Just build the foundations under them.” Henry David Thoreau 

I sometimes get really tired of being a grown up.  I have always had a vivid imagination but as a grown up I have learned to logic and doubt my way out of almost all of my wildest fantasies.  And I really miss those fantasies, dammit.

So I have decided to stop being such a kill joy to my own imagination.  To that end I have given myself a project this year.  I love to journal and normally I write about things I am grateful for, or about esoteric spiritual ideals and guidance.  But for now I have decided that I am going to free myself from any and all limitations.  I will begin each day by writing about the day I could be living if there were no limitations.

If I had all of the money, time, freedom and permission to live the life of my wildest dreams, where would I be today, and what would I do?  No limits is the only rule.  I write a page or two first thing in the morning.  I don’t have to share it with anyone, unless I really want to.  And you know what?  It is so much fun!  Yesterday I got a book contract and a movie deal!  The day before that I went swimming with the dolphins in Maalaea Bay, Maui.  Tomorrow I am planning a moonlight hike up the ruins at Machu Picchu, and I am pretty sure I will see a few UFOs circling in the sky above.

This little exercise is turning out to be the very best 15 minutes of my day.

Dr. Wayne Dyer talks about the power of imagination to create the life you want in his book Wishes Fulfilled.  He says “keep in mind this basic axiom – if all that now exists was once imagined, then what you want to exist for you in the future must now be imagined.”  So this is my intention:  I will untether my dreams and let them be as wild and fantastic as they can be.  I will allow myself the freedom to imagine a life for myself beyond the ordinary.  I will allow my imagination, in all of its beauty, to guide me to a most extraordinary life.

As a (reluctant) grown up I do understand that not every dream will come true.  But as a dreamer, I plan to at least give the universe a plethora of imaginings to choose from.  I may be creating a whole new reality for myself or I may simply be building castles in the sky.  Either way you look at it, castles in the sky are sure to improve the view, don’t you think?

And a final thought from another favorite Dr. of mine:

“Think left and think right and think low and think high.  Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try.”  Dr. Seuss

My Divine Creation

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”  Mark Twain

Confession of a Theatre Geek:

I listen to Broadway soundtracks while cleaning my house.  I blast them loud and proud, and Yep, I sing along, sometimes pausing in my scrubbing to act out certain parts.  It’s who I am.  It’s what I do.

My daughter, Em has known this about me her whole life, and for the most part is not too terribly embarrassed.  As a matter of fact, she quite often sings along.  The only difference is, she is actually good at it. 

I have always believed that every person born into this world has a unique gift or talent, something they are the very best at, that they born to do.  Our purpose in life is to discover what that is and to share it with the world.  For some of us, myself included, it is a lifelong process.  We dabble, and explore, trying this and that until we find something that rings our bell.  For others, like my Em, they figure it out before they even know they have anything to figure out.

The year was 2000, a new century was upon us and without any of the Y2K drama we had been warned about.  Em was 3 years old, sitting in the living room playing with her pretty ponies.  I was in the kitchen, scrubbing something or other, belting along with the Phantom of the Opera, lost in the swells and passions of the music.  It was coming to the end of the song, and I stopped singing because even in my wildest dreams there is NO WAY IN GOD’S GREEN EARTH that I would attempt to hit that last high note that Christine hits.  You know the one I mean… where the Phantom is mesmerizing her to “sing my angel of music, SING FOR ME”.  And, man does she sing! 

(I googled it.  The note is a high E natural.  For anyone out there with any singing experience, you know this is a super high nearly Minnie Riperton high note.) 

So picture it.  I have stopped scrubbing and am standing listening.  The highest of the high note is about to be sung.  I wonder, fleetingly, if I should turn down the volume so that the wine glasses don’t shatter, when I hear this voice sing out, on perfect pitch just seconds before Sarah Brightman:  a perfect high E natural.

What the…?

I look around the corner, and there is Em, singing to her pretty ponies, effortlessly hitting that high frigging E.  3 years old and she nailed it.

So that is when I figured out that she has a Voice.  She is 17 now and singing is her passion, her purpose and her gift to the world.  She is still undecided about pursuing it as a career path, but there is no denying that her Voice is her Dharma.   What is it like, I wonder, to find your passion that early in life?  She seems pretty darn happy about it to me.  Lucky kid.

Here is a sample of her song stylings now, featuring mismatched socks and impromptu sing-a-long by our dog, Jojo. 

Emily

Em Sings

My own journey has not been as simple, or as clear cut.  I have tried my hand at many creative pursuits over the years, from painting, to quilting, costuming to acting, and with each new venture I find a different part of myself.  With each new discovery I am putting the pieces of me together.  And now, as I write everyday, I lose myself in the creative process.  This thing, this writing, is as close as I have come to my soul’s purpose here this time around.  I believe I will see where this road leads.  Isn’t it true that to become more like God, a person needs to create?  For what is God but The Creator. 

I am the open vessel through which my Divine Creation flows.