The red cliffs glowed with the setting sun. I breathed in the Outback air and took another sip of my chilled Sauvignon Blanc. The girls were content colouring in, and Craig, and I could talk.
We were dreaming – a rare kind of dream that involved bedrooms, school, compartmentalised moments, and girls’ getaways.
Okay, so a few boys’ moments lost at the sports bar were discussed as well. We giggled and glowed with the thought of the new world we were creating.
We’d never spoken about life like this before. It was always about cheetah chases across the savanna in Africa, hammock swings in Thailand, and boot scooting in Nashville.
I stared at an eagle soaring high above the rugged desert cliffs in search of dinner and in that pause arrived a memory from 2002.
“Craig, do you remember back when we used to walk around Umina Beach Caravan Park all those years ago?”
“Yes. We’d walk around and around staring at the caravans dreaming of a life travelling carefree around the country.”
“My God and look at what our life has been for the past 18 months. It’s exactly as we dreamed. Wow. I never thought back then our silly dreaming would create this life now.”
We used to do the same with our backpacks. We’d throw them on and walk along the beach or around the living room, feeling the joy of living a life of travel.
Sure enough, we were lead to the airport three days after we married with our backpacks on to travel around the world for five years.
“It’s so cool Craig. We never knew back then that our dreaming actually triggered the process of creation. It took years until we were ready, but we are living that life travelling Australia in a camper trailer. I think the new life we’re dreaming about right now will be awesome as we’re active in creating it.”
Kalyra again reminded me about the power of dreaming tonight over dinner. She was talking about her birthday party this year with her new friends from school. She was excited recounting their schoolyard conversations planning their parties.
“Well, your birthday is still some time away so we don’t have to worry too much about it yet.”
“Yeah, but my friends said that you’ve got to start with the dreaming.”
Oh my gosh. “Yes. Your friends are so right. You girls carry on with that dreaming too; it’s the best way to start creating.”
Even the unrealistic dreams can come true
I was thinking about this only a few weeks ago as we passed through Longreach, in the Queensland Outback.
We visited Camden Park Cattle Station for a beautiful sunset tour. Sadly there were no cattle thanks to the three year drought in this region.
The next week, we were in Yeppoon only weeks after Cyclone Marcia hit. Again, we were seeing the effects that Mother Nature has upon people.
My heart always feels so heavy when I hear of natural disasters as I know it’s just a matter of luck. There is nothing anyone can do, yet it can destroy lives and futures so quickly.
My heart pulled again towards one of my quiet long-term dreams. One I don’t think I’ve ever shared because it feels kind of silly in its impossibility.
But, what seems impossible can appear in various forms. I’ve always dreamed of building my foundation or charity that helps those affected by natural disasters. Spending time in Longreach and Yeppoon returned me to why I felt so connected to that dream.
I began to brush it away as not ready for that yet, when it hit me –
You’re actually part living that dream, just on a smaller scale and not exactly as you envisioned it. With your blog. You’re visiting Yeppoon right now to help spread the word that Yeppoon is open for business and perfect for tourists to visit. You’re also doing the same to share the beautiful Queensland Outback to help bring travellers to the region and give it something else to rely on than a farming industry heavily hit by climate.
Perhaps the foundation is not for you. Perhaps the calling is asking you to use your position to expose and share.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
See how the dreaming and the heart calling can lead you to the reality in the most unexpected ways. It spurred a new purpose in me for our blog and the ways we can make it a place that helps. I’m not quite sure how that will look but I feel it becoming a bigger part of what we do.
I’ll start with awareness and sharing
We all know of the horrible earthquake that hit Nepal.
Our friends had just finished the Base Camp trek and were at the airport when it happened. Pure luck in their favour. I think natural disasters affect me because I know how easy that could be me or you. There are no warnings or anything you can do to prepare. One minute you’re checking off your bucket list dreams hiking to base camp, the next your tumbling down that mountain in an avalanche.
I feel for the people of Nepal, who live in one of the poorest countries in the world.
Not only have thousands of lives been lost, thousands more injured and displaced and their villages and cities in ruins, but their tourism industry has just been buried under a pile of falling ice. It will be a long road to recovery.
I also think natural disasters bring out the best in people and reminds us all that humanity is in reality good and strong.
If you can help support the recovery efforts at all, please find a reputable organisation to donate to.
We chose to donate to World Vision as we know of the great work they do around the world and have many trusted blogging friends who stand by and support their authentic mission.
My beautiful friend, Nikki has also done charity work before trekking to remote villages in Nepal to deliver needed light and medical supplies with Light Education Development. They are also helping to raise money for supplies to help the recovery efforts.
Any amount of support, even if it’s just a share or a healing prayer helps.
Tap into the powerful creative process with dreaming today
Don’t disregard the daydreams.
Make them come to life. Walk around your nearest campground. Go stay in a hotel for the night, immerse yourself in that new life you desire and let the dreaming begin the creation for you.
Stay open to the small and unexpected ways those dreams arrive to you – it might not necessarily be in the way you envisioned it.
It’s often not until you’re in the middle of the reality of them, that you recognise how they snuck up on you from a place of creation that has been years in the making.
How has your silly dreaming turned into reality?