Dreams do come true
Written by Tribe Leader, Beck Horne.
What dreams does your heart hold? Do you dare to ask it? Are you consciously pursuing the dream that is in your heart or have you allowed the flicker of light to fade?
Rekindle the dream. Fan the flames of desire. See it clearly in your mind’s eye. Whisper the dream to the wind.
Now pin it to your board. Pinterest. Vision board. Fridge. Home screen on your phone. Any place your eyes will fall on it at least once a day. Speak of it to those dear to you. Now think of it before you go to sleep. Let it be the first thought of the day. Someone is listening.
The ancient ruins of Machu Picchu were the flicker in my heart. The flames were fanned as a milestone birthday approached. Every bucket list I wrote, Machu Picchu was always at the top. It seemed like a wild fantasy, utterly unattainable and outlandish.
Then a glimmer of possibility. Mum offering to look after the kids if I wanted to go away for my birthday. A conversation with a friend who urged me to go. A man who wanted this for me as badly as I did (who also happens to be my husband). The seed was planted and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The dream was taking shape. I circled some dates in the calendar and spoke to a travel agent. Friends offered to help with the kids while I was away. The travel agent came back with a jaw-droppingly awesome itinerary. You only live once my man said (more than once). It kept coming up. A documentary on Machu Picchu. A poster in the window of the travel agent at the local shopping centre with the spectacular peaks of Machu Picchu.
It’s funny when something is on your radar how it keeps appearing. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it happen but I was committed heart and soul to this dream.
Once I committed to the dream, providence moved in. Providence takes many forms. Grandparents to look after the kids. Friends to pick up the slack. A rainy day savings account. Only two seats left on the flight to South America. All conspired to help realize my dream of trekking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu.
I knew the trek would push me outside my comfort zone. I wanted to be challenged. I craved silence and space to meditate on this sacred pilgrimage. To soak up the energy of Pachamama, mother earth, a goddess revered by the Inca people.
The question which kept coming up for me in those quiet times of putting one foot in front of the other….What was it about this dream that burned brighter than any other of my heart’s desire? Why was the pull so strong to come here? To this place of sacred importance to a people of another time?
And here’s the epiphany I had. Dreams are about chasing a feeling. Machu Picchu had sparked something in my imagination. A desire to feel spiritually connected to the earth. To feel wanderlust and freedom. Dreams come true when that feeling is felt.
Standing at the sun gate, seeing Machu Picchu for the first time, I felt freedom and a divine energy beaming out as the clouds cleared and a condor flew over. A sign I’m sure. A wink from Pachamama acknowledging she had been listening.
What do you dream of in this one wild and precious life? Ignite it. Fan the dream by committing yourself to it. Then watch providence move in to help make it happen. Someone is listening.