Broken Dishes, Intact Dreams

Written by admin on November 6th, 2007

What are we if we don’t have dreams?

One of my dreams is my mosaic art: to have a lively mosaic business in the midst of my perennial garden.  I want a little rustic workshop to house my workbench and tools.  It needs to have a wood stove in it to keep me warm in winter, and of course for effect!  I want to make special mosaic works-of-art for special people.  Walking daily through my garden, with the butterflies and birds, surrounded by sun and bloom, imagining the next project is my dream. 

If I can dream it, I can do it.

I have a stack of broken and chipped dishes to cut up this morning.  It is ironically beautiful to me that something broken represents something whole.  That something thrown away is waiting to be turned into something that someone wants to buy.  I think that very aspect of mosaic art is one of the things that so much appeals to me.

After careful cutting and breaking, I have jars of tesserae just waiting to be placed on a base. 

My one concern these days is that I don’t become overwhelmed with all that I am doing.  With more than one interest brewing — more than one pot to stir — it is easy to give each one only a little attention and end up with mediocrity.

Mediocrity is not what I want.

Chasing after one’s dreams seems on the surface to be without schedule, without bounds, without thought.  To the contrary, I believe dreams coming to fruition is the result of faithful, careful tending.  Like navigating a ship across the sea:  steering, watching, setting a course, staying out of shallow waters, avoiding all that would sink you.  In other words, scheduling, respecting boundaries, and constantly thinking. 

Here’s to dreams…

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