mountain flowers, france.





my wish jar cost 99 cents at the grocery store. it is blue glass, old fashioned with an iron handle. i was inspired by this woman to begin collecting wishes on pieces of scrap paper.

i have been trying to practice dreaming. we had a gathering at new years to dream. for ourselves, for each other. here we are now at the school years' beginning, and i want more.

there is something hard about the discipline of imagining what has not been before. i find it stretches me like nothing else. i think of things i want to write down, but am struggling with the follow through.


perhaps when you've spent so much time waiting for something, it's hard to imagine that what you are waiting for is in front of you. that dreams are within your grasp.


maybe you get a little excited and start dreaming so many things. maybe you become afraid of something about the process that you don't really understand. maybe it's just easier to hold dreams at a distance, to be more familiar with them in sleep than in life.


lord grow my faith. my understanding of what you've done. of what cannot be undone. give me rest from the trying. and courage to take steps as they come.