My oldest son wants to be a professional surfer. My youngest wants to be a professional skateboarder. Or basketball player. Whichever one pays more. They are young enough to believe in a magic that says all things are possible. We encourage this belief. We tell them they can climb the mountain peak of their dreams. It just takes the courage to do it.
I’ve wanted to write for as long as I can remember. But time is not an ally. Life has worn. Risk and fear and consequence show through cracks in the magic. I’ve chosen safer routes to smaller peaks.
I’m older now and the magic still calls. It comes in a still, small voice, asking, Will you trust? Will you follow me? There is still the risk and the fear. But a longer lens of time allows me to see a truer consequence. I’m being watched. My boys will one day wonder if the magic is real. They’ll wonder if they should seek the mountaintop. Or avoid the danger and live in a flat world.
So this is me. Following the Voice. Writing. Reaching for courage. Hoping you will reach with me.
Blessings. Courage. Peace.