My wife Sharon, and I were watching our first ballet, held onstage at our local high school. The white-clad dancers graced their way through a rainbow of spotlights, leaving us spellbound. At intermission, I sat listening to the adults around me rave about the performance. The most common comment was "I wish I had taken ballet lessons."
Meanwhile, a number of children left their seats and wandered down front. Inspired by the performance, they began spontaneously twirling, twisting, leaping, spinning - oblivious to the crowd that was watching in amusement.
I whispered to Sharon, "Children don't need lessons. We adults are always dreaming and wishing. Children just do it."
As I lay in bed that night, I thought about all the things I wish I had done in my life. I wanted to learn to ice-skate. I wanted to plant an orchard. I wanted to make a movie. I wanted to bind books. I wanted to visit a South Sea island.
I couldn't get these children off my mind. In the next few weeks, I decided to stop dreaming and so some things.
I planted a peach tree in the side yard. I checked out a video on the South sea islands. I borrowed a video camera and made a funny movie. I bound a book, in my own crazy, unorthodox way. Now, if I could just find some ice skates in size 13.
It's nice to have dreams, but perhaps some of our dreams are keeping us from doing the doable.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
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