The dark is not so dark – not really. When surrounded with darkness and uncertain which way to go (or not to go) just be still for a while. It doesn’t take long for our eyes to become accustom to the lack of light – that’s really all it is. There’s still light – just not so much of it.

Even though our eyes have grown accustom to the dark, sometimes there isn’t enough light around to help us find our way so that’s where our other senses come into it I guess.

One of those senses is touch. Very handy sense I might say. Not the same as sight but not bad at all – actually – it can be rather nice. We could always run around in the dark and when we hit something we could change our course till we hit something again.

One could navigate by sound like bats. They are incredibly clever creatures who make sounds and judge their way by receiving back the sound they and the other bats make. Cute little things too!

Hmm, just a bit about sense, but you know what?

Common sense! Now there’s a good one. That’s the one that alerts us to pay our electricity bill before they cut it off.

Yeah – sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell are all really good senses. But the one that’s called ‘common’ and isn’t really common at all – that’s a really good one. Actually, while I sit here in the dark, I’m thinking to myself perhaps it’s the best one of all!

I feel like this little pig all the way through the movie 'Babe'. I feel stupid and useless. I feel disappointed and afraid. But there's too much to lose if I give those feelings the power they ruthlessly demand from me. So they starve and scream in anger - they inflict pain and demand that I stop. They don't know me very well, do they? If they did - they wouldn't be so agressive - it only spurs me on to reach higher.

Here is who i am. A pig out of her element...



There is always hope...

You're the one with the power - how's the condition of your heart?

Panic rises in the heart like nothing else. It’s almost as though nothing has more power than fear – the creature that threatens to strangle every ounce of life from the body – as if the body is the only thing that signifies life…

 

So far we’ve come this far and though there’s a long way to go, we’ve reached so many goals and far surpassed so many expectations placed on us. Like a thorned crown placed on our brow we march through the corridors of the impossible into the realm of ‘never give up’ and so continuity springs from every foot print we leave.

 

Shake loose the shackles twisted around our lives. Break through every barrier; rising up full height to glare fear in the face and let us all breathe again as we watch the demon stumble.

 

Then without regret or second thought begin to move forward; one foot before the next again and again. As the world passes by – without loosing sight of the goal, slowly but deliberately lift your hand and salute the crowd as they cheer you on toward your destiny.

 

Life is precious, that’s why you have it…

 

 

The sound was deafening as tens of thousands of humans ejected spontaneously out of their seats screaming, cheering and crying. Emotional down pour, the heat suffocating the atmosphere was overpowering – euphoria of the heart over whelming – in this one stadium on this one day – simultaneously, some dreams were conceived and other dreams, realised.

 

We were witnessing the birth of much more than we could see with our eyes and our minds were exploding with hope, roaring as with one voice bringing balm to aching muscles, lightening and empowering tortured souls, as the athletes ran the final laps of the marathon.

 

Years of sweat, tears, pain and sacrifice – the callus loneliness that ravages while cruel patience births perfected brilliance – yes, many questions were answered in that one, long, exhausting, moment. 

Humans are born to dream!