Standing on the brink of camp, my insides are slowly expanding with the potential of good things to come. I’d been dragging my feet in the dust regarding this getaway, many times regretting that I’d even offered to go with the team due to work and my recent spate of procrastination.
This time round, I really have bitten off too much to chew, what with camp, work, life and the upcoming trip to Nepal… feeling overwhelmed every morning when I wake has been something of the norm. It probably explains why I’ve been unable to sleep well. Worry has been etched into my face and I hate how it disfigures my smile.
Besides work, I’ve also been considering some massive changes in my life (albeit unwillingly but for the good of the future) and with no one to really talk things through, my thought life had been a tad abysmal.
Tonight though, as I started preparing for this trip, the excitement began building.
How will it end? Will it provide the answers I need? Can I get the rest I desire?
Check in a week later and we’ll see how it rolls. Let’s hope it’s all good.
‘It’s all dead,’ the girl whispered to herself as she sat in her barren garden. Picking up a withered daisy, she held it close to her heart. ‘What happened? You promised me flowers and fruits but all I have is the withered image of what could be.’
‘It does look dismal, doesn’t it?’ The Dream Maker sat down beside her on the cold, dry ground. ‘This dying garden, is it all you can see?’
‘What else?’ the girl answered, ripping the flower apart. ‘What else is there to see? Just look at this!’
She held out the dried petals and leaves, before scattering them onto the ground.
‘I am so angry I want to destroy everything, tear them all apart and walk away. I give up. I’ve worked so hard to keep the garden alive but it dies on me. It’s all a work of futility. I hate this place…’ she gritted her teeth, digging her fingers into the earth with frustration.
‘Let’s destroy this place then,’ the Dream Maker answered. ‘Let’s set fire to all that’s dead and gone.’
‘What?!’ the girl looked at him in horror.
‘I’ve got the fuel. Let’s kill everything that’s in here.’ He said firmly.
‘But… but I still love this place,’ she said. ‘Look, I know I’m angry but I had dreams for this garden. Maybe if I work the ground harder, something will change. I think destroying it is a little harsh.’
‘No, it holds the ghosts of what could have been,’ the Dream Maker stood up. ‘Let’s torch the past together and rebuild it all from scratch.’
The girl didn’t stand up. She didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense to her.
‘Hey,’ the Dream Maker stooped beside her, ‘when we burn what’s dead, it fertilizes the ground and rebirth is easier. You don’t see it now but everything that seems wasted effort can help build something beautiful for the future.’
Sweeping a clear spot on the earth, the Dream Maker used His finger and began drawing His plans for the new garden.
‘What do you see?’ He asked the girl.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at the lines in the earth.
‘I see hope,’ she sniffled.
Then wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she stood up and tentatively reached for the matches.
‘Where do we start?’