Dream if you dare!

swimming in the Arctic

Today in my dreams, I am writing for my 5th novel. I have sought some needed solitude from the delightful but distracting family mayhem by escaping again to Juno. The days are so long up here that it gives me a lot of flexibility for scheduling my activities.

Now I am on some uncharted square of tundra, scrawling out my ideas and occasionally glancing up to breath. Oddly, it is like swimming, trying to make long strokes through this episode of my tale. As usual I am finding treasures as I mesh unlikely ideas together to come up with some semblance of something new. Due to an inner peace that I have found the last few years, I am able to maintain this rhythm with prolific results.

The breeze tousles my once-red hair, teasing me to play. But the day is long and I will eventually tire to the weight of this pen. I will then succumb to wolf’s call to explore paths of caribou. But for now, I will continue to cut through the shoreless waters of my imagination.

so tired, so satisfied

Tonight I am thankful for the rocking of the ship. It is so gentle and if I quiet my own breathing I can hear, if not imagine, the surf hitting the sides as we move through the dark Caribbean waters.

My mind is still dancing though the music stopped an hour ago. The latin beat persists as my memories haven’t stopped their moving. The motion was effortless, an extension, an expression. My feet, my hands, my back had a life of their own, serving to entertain me and enthrall my partners. The smiling band was incredible.

I am so glad we did this yet again, worth every dollar. If this next breath is my last, I’ll be fully satisfied.

this little car

I love this little car. It has all the convenient gadgets, just not the obnoxious ones. Its so zippy. It makes me feel good. It draws just enough attention. It says I know style. And it gets good gas mileage, which is really important to me. It’s fun. Music sounds good in here. I can reach everything. I feel good giving people rides.

I have deserved this car for a long time. It is a symbol of my accomplishment and my resolve.


Today in my dreams I am in Africa again. The children keep bringing me back. The first time was the clincher. Like when I was 15, I learn anew each time that love is an international language. I still can’t speak in their tongue, but give me a child who melts into a coddled embrace and words are not necessary. My eyes well, my throat constricts. I couldn’t speak if I had to. The little one looks up and I gently smile in reply.

I will be here for three weeks, not my longest trip. My enthusiastic team and I have brought supplies and our skills. We prepared diligently. But we couldn’t wait to see the kids. They greeted us with song. I couldn’t help but to think of heaven.

Things have improved over the years of our visits. Water is not in steady supply. A school readies the next generation to impact not only this region, but also the continent, and the world. We can only take very small credit for being a catalyst out of what God has given us. These people are strong-hearted and brilliant. They greet us as saviors but our part was oh so small. The one place I want more language is to express how proud I am of these triumphant people.

spanish cascades

Vacation is nice. I’ve been to this coast a dozen times and never get tired of it. It’s great having a modest little vacation home to retreat to once a year. The water is incredible. The service is always friendly and my Spanish improves each year. I don’t have to even think about switching to my Spanish brain. It’s just there.

Mi esposa es muy bonita. Los ninos tambien.

I laugh at the second-grade Spanish that rolls off my tongue. Oh well. I relax and enjoy the shade from the cliff wall and the beverage cascading down my throat.

not as sweet as hope

Today in my dreams I am reminiscing about all the clients I have helped over the years, and continue to help by extension. I am especially fond of the memories of helping the ministries and non-profits. We found ways to attract a lot of money to a lot of great causes, as well as to plug people in for their benefit.

We created some beautiful sites as well. And we generated a lot of visits to these sites, and experimented our way to getting high conversion rates for getting these visitors to do what they wanted or needed them to do.

Built some great projects and some great partnerships. It was quite a ride through a few rough years getting our feet. 2007 was an instrumental year in tuning things up. Only a very little bit of the impact of that year was realized in that year. But it sure changed a lot of things. I won’t go into them all right now.

I’ll just say that hindsight is wonderful, but not as sweet as hope.

Laughing and staying put

Today in my dreams I have just got off the phone with the woman who is managing my web business in Denver. She’s very excited about where things are going with the current technology. Things have changed a lot in the last 15 years since I started the little enterprise. She is thankful for how my team established things and the legacy is she able to continue to build. Our clients are ever so happy, ever so happy. They see such value in what we do for them and the business relationship we work so hard to maintain. Our quality of design and execution continues to be second to none.

When I asked her if she thought I needed to come back into town soon, she laughed and said I was welcome any time, of course, but things were going so strongly that I need not trouble myself for a couple months. I was happy with that. I ever so proud of all of them. I enjoyed hearing how well everyone was doing. I’ll plan a trip back there in the next couple weeks, just to scratch the itch of missing all of them.

She asked how the novel was coming and it was my turn to laugh. It is going well but keeps taking interesting turns that are so fun to try to straighten out enough so someone, at least one person besides myself, will understand what strange tales are coming from my crazed mind.

My imported crafted beer is just perfect. I think I’ll have another.

a good day

Today in my dreams I am sitting in my mountain home in the evening and tapping away at my keyboard. Maybe I am just thinking the words I want in my novel, as technology has changed so much in the last ten years. I have my Labrador laying at my side, his chin and jowels resting on my slipper-shod foot.

The sun has set and it is now dark. But I can feel the God-painted brilliance still. The sun disappeared with a wink that an even brighter day awaits me. It will be hard to beat today. Today I discovered a new outcropping of rocks. I could have sworn God punched them from the ground anew; I had foraged through there so many times and hadn’t seen this unmissable spectacle. I had planned to hit the summit and breathe in the view, but this something else happened into my path. I spent the day photographing the fascinating features and climbing to small, chilly crags.

The day was not wasted. I have no rush. I overcame the rush long ago. I am free.