A few years ago, exhausted from living my dream of being an artist, a good friend reminded me why I’m on this journey.

I wondered if I’d made a mistake by moving so far from home to make my dream come true. Had I given up the wrong things — my home, a relationship, close friends, and family ties — all to live 5,000 miles away to be an artist?

She said she didn’t think so. That for as long as she’d known me, over 30 years, all I’d ever talked about was being an artist.  

I’d forgotten that!

At that moment, she refocused me on my return trip to Hawaii.

Seeding the Stars is an Analogy for Creating Dreams

Living in Hawaii has been wonderful in many ways, and difficult in others. No matter what decisions we make in life, something has to “go” in order to give life to something else. After all, the root of the word decide means “to cut off.”

The world isn’t a big fan of dreamers. If it were, more dreams would come true!

The world isn’t a fan of change either — and change almost always accompanies dreams.

The collective unconscious is like the great Mississippi, the Amazon, or the Nile — dividing consciousness instead of continents. As it sweeps with us through life, our dreams can be tossed and turned in watery emotions and jumbled thoughts.

Dreams are real.

Their purpose is to shift us forward in our quest for expansion and growth.

We are a part of nature, not separate from it. All of nature is constantly expanding, seeking more growth, bringing more change. Try stopping growth in one area and it burgeons forth in another.

While dreams might feel singular to the person having them, they’re actually held by scores of individuals at once.  Thus, when you think of a fresh idea, you’re surprised to hear it echoed in the words of another halfway around the world.

Our dreams are as connected as we are.

If a dream were a virus, it would infect each of us differently as it searched for a place to take hold, for a source to feed it to fruition.

For some of us, this dream would alter life as we’d strive to make it come true. For others, it might be a mild niggling thought of interest that never quite takes root. Still, others would think of it as a strange dream they had one night, and others forget it altogether.

A dream can become woven so deeply into the fabric of your life that it becomes an invisible piece of who you are. A symbiotic relationship is formed between host and dream.

When that happens, the responsible thing to do is to follow your dream. Allow it to lead you to unimagined places of location and thought.

You will be changed in ways you couldn’t have foretold. But then that happens throughout life whether or not you follow your dream.

Life is risky.

Another word for risk is Adventure. It’s a shift of perspective. 

To follow one’s dream is to buck the current of consciousness in which you were raised.

You might go against “the flow” until you realize you can simply step outside that flow.

With one sideways step at a time, you’ll inch your way to the nearest guidepost. From there, your next step will be revealed.

 Eventually, you’ll find your own personal stream. After a while it becomes your river, your own flow to be followed, leading you to the next leg of your next adventure. 

By following your impulse to jog left when the current of those around you jogs right, you’ll likely be following your soul’s dream for you. 

Following dreams isn’t always easy or rewarding. No matter how long it takes to reach your dream, following it can be the very best use of your time.  

Dreams are harbingers of changes to come. If you’re out ahead of the pack, your dreams might be of the utmost importance to you and to those around you — perhaps even to those who have yet to hear of you. 

You might take some “wrong” turns until you adjust to this “new” way of living and intuit your own next right action.  

Keep going. Nurture your dream, mature; and change along with it on your journey through life. 

Your dream might not seem like much at times, but it might just mean the world to others.

Take your opportunity, follow YOUR dream!

Every once in a while I’m gifted with a painting idea “from the gods”. These gifts are rare and unexpected. They keep me on my toes, my energy high in anticipation, and my love for painting deep.

That’s the way I feel about my current painting, “Weaving a Journey”.

This painting began about ten years ago with my idea to show two hands weaving Hala leaves.

Hala Trees are common in the Islands. The leaves are thin, long, and flowing. When the leaves are woven together, it’s called Lau Hala. Baskets, hats, mats, purses, and many other things are woven of Lau Hala.

One of my painting mantras is to only paint what I know to paint. When I don’t know what to paint, the painting is put away.

When the initial phase of this painting was finished I wasn’t sure how to complete the rest. I put it into my flat files waiting for inspiration to claim me again.

Many artists start with a plan and do sketches before they start to paint. I’ve tried that method only to find all my inspiration and energy goes into the sketch, leaving my painting feeling flat.

There are more ways to paint than there are people.

It’s important to find your own way to paint and follow the path that works best for you!

To keep my paintings fresh and alive, I jump into them as quickly as an idea hits me. By the time I felt ready to finish this painting, years had passed.

I’m honored to paint a version of the story of the journey of the first Polynesians to come to the Hawaiian Islands.

One theory is that the sails of the double-hulled canoes that brought the people here were woven of Lau Hala. These leaves are long with rough edges that will “eat your hands” until callouses form.

To weave a large sail, a line of women sat close together. It’s important that the weave remains tight and even. When one woman would tire, another would take her place so the weaving could continue.

I painted the double-hulled canoe. The people paddling it were next. I was very nervous about adding them, and until I did, the painting wouldn't be finished.

Until a painting is finished, it’s just a piece of paper!

Yesterday while painting at the kiosk at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, I asked one of the bellmen to help me understand the ergonomics of paddling a canoe.

He explained the last person in the canoe steers it, so his paddle is upright. Every paddler keeps his face forward so he can see where he's going.

Then, brush in hand, heart in my throat, I painted the paddlers, one at a time, taking breathing space between the first few until I felt comfortable to continue.

I'll let the painting rest for the weekend before deciding whether or not it's finished. See for yourself and let me know what you think.

All that angst for a few simple brushstrokes!