Grieving for a broken dream is recognizing what you hoped to happen won’t, and it always effects you. Even if you shared, just for a moment, in a dream for someone else, when that dream is broken, you grieve. We put such effort into tying together lofty thoughts and creating fanciful details. Releasing our dreams on their maiden voyage, they sail just ahead of us so that we must pursue; always somewhat out of reach, yet the hope of experiencing our dreams keeps us chasing them.

We all know what happens when we catch up to our dreams; fantasy collides with reality. We spin off in a furry of wild bliss and our elation sends out giant waves of joy and excitement for all to savor.

So, what about the dreams that never collide with reality, these ghostly fantasies turned hauntings to what could have been…what should have been? In the daytime it seems so clear why the “could haves” and “should bes” can’t. It’s safe to question the waters when you can see what’s ahead, when your support system is awake- attending to your mourning- and your course of action involves small steps. But in the night is when we bump into these abandon, deteriorated dreams floating in dead waters. This is when our support crew are all asleep, launching their own dreams, and the course of action feels like the deepest pit of coldness that needs to be explored.

Exploring that deep pit of grief…sounds like the loneliest of pilgrimages. The whole spectrum of emotion grips us. Those endowed with even the most abundance of bravery still tend to lean towards avoidance. Is this voluntary self torture helpful? Is it necessary? Will it eventually happen without conscious effort?

Sometimes we allow, perhaps desperately force, a ship full of sadness away, sinking it to the bottom of our emotional ocean. The out of sightness turns into instant relief, allowing the griever to move on short-term. Sooner or later though, or maybe never but the fear still exists, this shipwreck of brokenness will resurface, demanding to be dealt with in the most inconvenient of ways. Nasty mess that is.

The opportunity to explore grief and return to tell the story lies in a change of thought. What if specific elements of broken dreams can be salvaged?…picked apart?…reconstituted and focused into creating newness of hope? That certainly feels better.

It is difficult to accurately express the dynamic impact such an experience has on us, let alone do a worthy job of telling the other person your appreciation. There’s nothing like trying to put into the limited earthly language the mental, emotional, and perhaps even spiritual leakage of self-intimate discovery without feeling utterly defeated by lack of convincing depth. Chances are the epiphany-initiator was just being them self and they will never understand their part in our lives. Either way, it is beneficial for us to be able to express the experience and make sense out of it.

In honor of a recent episode of self exposure of mine own, I would like to propose a rather genuine way of viewing such an encounter. The re usage of the historical word fletch comes to mind. To fletch is to adjoin a feather to an arrow, adding a stabilizing effect. This ancient art is still alive today much like the indigenous effect such a person has on our lives. What’s interesting is how well these two seemingly unrelated actions create a complimentary metaphor. The shorter or thinner the fletch the faster the arrow travels but with less balance. A longer fletch creates more balance but less speed, as used in practice. Such is life.

Encountering fletches that zoom in quick can often create an upheaval in the balance in our lives demanding to be dealt with immediately. The aim is somewhat messy but the point gets across. Those long fletches that glide in with precision give us the much needed restoration we beg for. To sync up with the trueness of ourselves is a gift, regardless of what type of fletch causes the revelation. It is nice to remember that even the subtlest of fletches can have everlasting effects on the trajectory of our lives.

There is trust in giving that the abundance will not run out when you share. And there is definitely a difference between sharing out of fear and sharing out of abundance.

Sharing out of fear comes from the feeling of lack…hoping that what returns to you from sharing will satisfy what you cannot give yourself. But what if what you lack you gave to yourself in form of emotion- knowing that emotion is abundant and feeling emotion comes naturally, therefore, putting yourself in an abundant state of being before you share.

Sharing out of an abundant state of mind frees you from outside expectations- leaving behind the fear that your needs won’t be met- because you , yourself, have already met your needs before sharing.

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