Tell Me Of Your Hope | 2.1.21
Indisputable facts prevail in this world, things we know exist but feel helpless to change. Divide is one of these, a divide between groups of people, between individuals, between anyone with differences from ourselves, some of these we enforce, some are enforced without even realizing it, all of them can be addressed. With attention, with actual interest and care, we can erode away at these borderlines drawn into the sands of our lives, we can wipe them clean and let everyone who meets us, knows us, loves us, walk freely in and out of our lives. One of the easiest ways I’ve found, is by asking people about themselves, simple questions that open doors for communication, for sharing of who they are.
It’s a fast paced world, and it’s taught us bad habits. We ask how someone is, but don’t listen to the answer, we forget to pay attention to what goes on in anyone’s life but our own. Asking people of their dreams, of their secrets, of their wishes or their hope, can illuminate who they are, what they believe in, what they need to be happier. All of this is an erasing of the boundaries we keep between us, all of this is simple, all of this is free.
What do you have to lose? So, tell me, tell me of your dreams.
Tell me of your dreams,
your secrets and your wishes,
tell me of your hope.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Song of the Day
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Like everyone else, I have lots of dreams. Sometimes they don’t materialize but I always try to make them come true, and usually they do. I am not interested in material things and don’t covet that red convertible or that diamond ring. Simple does it for me!
My main dream is to feel love and peace, to be able to say at the end of my life that it was worthwhile and happy, that the good experiences balanced the less happy ones. I want to be able to say with certitude that: my life was incredibly good and absolutely worthwhile. The rest just falls in place. My Tanka here is as simple and straight forward as my dreams:
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my dreams are simple —
live close to nature in peace
practice compassion
love deeply and do no harm
celebrate life totally
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Great question. I have lots of dreams, some just fun and some with more intent and focus. For years, all I wanted was to be a puppeteer on Sesame Street. I had my own puppet (Bemmie Monster), with a fully formed personality, voice, and mannerism. Sesame Street was magic to me for as long as I can remember, and those puppets were truly my dear friends as a child. Dreams of living by the ocean or in the woods, dreams of being an Olympic figure skater, dreams of playing guitar and writing songs and traveling from coffee shop to coffee shop, or in small venues, to share the music and poetry and meet people from all walks of life, all around the world. Dreams of helping children who are marginalized.
Some of those dreams are not feasible(for example, I am a klutz and at 54 years old it is safe to say I will not be an Olympic figure skater). Some, I kind of lean toward, like I do perform my story and poems in local venues around my town. I don't live in the woods, but our new home that we are moving to in April abuts a state park, so walking in the woods will be a daily activity soon. But it's the leaning in to them, even if they don't materialize in the same way I imagined. Two summers ago, I spent a large chunk of time volunteering at a shelter for families seeking asylum. These were families coming directly from our savage detention centers, and the experience changed me. It's ok to know that the dream might be far fetched, but we can still lean in.