When I look up at the moon I think of all of the people who share this moment with me, and I do not feel alone. I am in the company of other gazers whom stare into the night sky and bask in the possibilities of an endless Universe; a vast and beautiful space which does not discriminate, it merely draws the dreamer into it’s intoxicating vortex.

I am a chronic dreamer. An affliction reserved only for those who can stomach the odds of never having your desires materialize, which is the case, most of the time. Needless to say, I continue to dream on…

I have dreamed of endless days, traversing the width of a country on a bicycle with nothing but a pannier full of a days rations and a tent to sleep in. I have dreamed of sailing across oceans in a small sailboat and learning about Halyards, Jibsheets and Boom Goosenecks, navigating through treacherous waters and enduring long bouts of windless and stagnant days.

I sometimes dream of laying on an empty beach on some tropical island, surrounded by palm trees; the scent of salt water and the burning late day sun as it sinks below the horizon. The sky full of fire, sending it’s refreshing warm breeze into my soul.

I have dreamed of building a sustainable mobile eatery empire; converting old unwanted school buses into high efficiency kitchens, dishing out natural and healthy alternatives to standard fast food. I dream of opening a cafe which doubles as a small free library complete with library cards, welcoming every level of person into it’s warm embrace to converse openly, and solve the problems of the world by learning to understand each other, pushing through opinions and meeting within the common ground of mutual respect. And damned good coffee.

I have dreamed of playing my guitar on a beaten down stage somewhere, singing songs from the heart to a small audience of hopeless romantics, connecting through our common place of broken hearts and unwavering hope, as we toast away the days that were, but now smile at the futures promise.

I dream of sitting at the head table of my sons wedding, as he gazes into the eyes of his new bride, with their glistening eyes and the ground swell of love that is borne from the beauty of two common hearts joining. Knowing that the struggles and joys of the endless days ahead will test their resolve, but they will not be alone as the worlds hindsight will follow them always.

I have always dreamed.

My mind soars over the walls of limitations which I have carefully constructed over many years, and it sees things that could be; but have yet to materialize and as the clock ticks on, I wait and wait and wait….

Until one day, fear buckles under the weight of desire and I step through the invisible veil of containment and walk along the unbeaten path to wondrous adventures.

My eyes open, and as a child looks at the world with so much wonder, I know that this is my time; no matter how many years it takes, dreams always come true, so long as I can unlock the shackles of false expectations, and embrace the promise of a new beginning….

At the reception on my wedding day, over 25 years ago this coming March, I stood up from my table and uttered the words of James Allen, and these words I still remember…

“The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so the men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers”