All weekend I’ve thought about your answers; pondered them, and wondered at their incredible honesty and longing.
There is such enormous power in putting into words the things you long for. I believe this with every single cell in my being. Things become, align, respond. Even when what we ask for is far grater than what we’re capable of manifesting ourselves: the universe moves too.
The thing that is hard, of course, is feeling it move.
We spend our whole life on an earth that spins.
Does that ever startle you? I used to be able to lie on a grassy hillside and feel the earth spin if I closed my eyes. Then I grew up and convinced myself I couldn’t any longer, and that is just exactly what we often do: we tell ourselves all the ways we can’t and won’t and shouldn’t.
It takes guts and nerve and passion and some kind of enormous trust to lean towards your longing. But mostly, it takes imagination.
We’re much more comfortable with considering what we believe is the impossible, than with actively dreaming it possible.