Keeping Faith

dreamsI suppose for any creative person there is doubt and fear, resolve and excitement. All equal in magnitude with each occasionally tipping the scales and wrecking havoc on the psyche at any given period depending on your level of crazy.

We all have our ‘special moments’, when logic and rational behavior slip through the cracks in our armor. It’s innate for us humans occasionally to go a little nutty. I find the release of energy to be both draining and thought provoking. Once empty of everything I can refocus on the bigger picture—my aspirations and not the other negatives that often plague artist that lurks within.

I am forever reminding myself just having a dream, declaring it to the heavens, and Facebook—equally important on our virtual world—and following through with my dream sets me apart for the person to my right.  I think maybe they have a secret desire but are being held back from taking the first step.

I reward myself with an attagirl. Well done, I tell myself.  Keep moving forward, woman, don’t dwell in the house of uncertainty. Dreams are just that, some illusive shimmering image of possibility that hovers in the horizon like a mirage at the end of the world.

Why is it hard to follow a dream? Why should it be difficult or even painful? All that is required is to enjoy the moment we are in, and live it, regardless of the hurdles we stumble to get over, or the tall buildings we are meant to leap in a single bound.  This is the way it was meant to be—pure pleasure—but it’s not always the case. We get lost in the glitz, the after party, the big huzzah, and we forget, maybe even neglect, the ten-thousand step spiral case we have to climb to reach the pinnacle.

That’s the thing, dreams require work, constant vigilance, tireless pursuit is expected. Life is incidental. It happens around you. Somehow, the bills are paid, the meals are prepared, the children sing gloriously at the Christmas concert and kick the winning field goal, and the boss is over the moon with your latest presentation. The world continues revolving on its axis as you keep churning. There you are toiling away by the light of the moon chasing that damn dream of yours wishing and a ‘hoping that your not wasting your time.

Who’s to say you are or that you’re not? There are no absolutes in this life. In a novel that I just finished writing, Charly, a hesitant Wicca, CEO and the chief baker, of Charly’s Coo-Coo-Ca-Choux Cookies, told me—yes me—on the page I was filling with words.

“Life is full of seemingly opposite and complimentary components. There will always be a hint of sadness in a moment of joy, or a glimmer of hope in despair. “

She wanted me to understand the sphere of duality life is all about, and how light comes from dark. And there is a Yin and Yang. Of course, I know this since I was penning her story, but as the words made their appearance on the page, I stopped writing. I thought about my own dreams and aspirations, my doubt, and those crazy moments I howl to the moon, “Show me the magic. I’m working and damn if I’m not a ‘hoping. Is this dream of mine ever going to materialize?”

I’d like to tell you the moon smiles down on me and zaps me with a little of her lunar goodness, but I can’t. What I can state, with each step up my never-ending spiral staircase, I come a little bit closer.

Keeping faith in your dreams is as tough if not harder than being a mom. Both will try your patience, make you howl to the moon, push you over the edge more than you care to admit even to nearest and dearest, but somewhere over that rainbow, you’ll see the shimmer of chance taking shape.

Got dreams?  What puts the wind beneath your sails?


I’m a writer and hoarder of one-size-fits-all panty hose. Until the hose fits over my bum, I write to provide an alternative view on writing and perfection.

30 thoughts on “Keeping Faith

  1. “don’t dwell in the house of uncertainty” – we all need to move into somewhere new and leave that one behind. Keep dreaming, but more importantly, keep writing.

  2. Nikky44

    I stopped reading much and mainly commenting on the blogs i like because I had no energy and felt I have nothing to share, but this week, i am reading randomly many posts I read mentioned a dream or folowing one’s dream and I know how important it is and I wonder why or how come I never felt I had a dream in life. Sometimes I feel its too late and some other time I try to figure out what would possibly be my purpose, my wish.

  3. Where would we be without our dreams and the passion to keep climbing that spiral staircase? What motivates me to keep writing even though my novels haven’t “taken off” like a Harry Potter book? God’s gift, His call, His purpose for me is all in the writing. If I didn’t write, I don’t know where I’d be . . .
    Brenda, keep holding onto and reaching for that dream! The staircase was meant to be climbed!
    Love and blessings!
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  4. ~~~~“Life is full of seemingly opposite and complimentary components. There will always be a hint of sadness in a moment of joy, or a glimmer of hope in despair. “~~~~

    Lovely post, dear Brenda. I’ve miss you. Where have you been?

    What puts the wind beneath my sails?****

    GOD. Knowing, without hesitation, that HE has a purpose for me…even in the midst of uncertainty & sometimes, hopelessness.

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  5. Your posts always hit the spot, Brenda. Thank you. I too am finishing a novel and loving it at this point in time. But I know it may all be for nothing. It may not get a publisher as I hope. I may end up self-publishing. It may not sell. The dream may flicker and disappear, even after all the work I’ve put into it. That’s the part I can’t control. There’s nothing I can do about that. I have to let that go. And just get back to the writing. That’s where the joy is. That’s where the satisfaction is. That’s what it’s all about. When I’m really bummed I think about Van Gogh–never sold a painting! Never knew to what acclaim he would rise as an artist. And even if he hadn’t “been discovered.” Would those paintings have been a waste of his time? I think not. He did his part, and in the end the world did its part. But we can’t count on the world. We can only do our part. And that’ enough.

    (Please remind me of this when I’m crying in my sleeve!)
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    • You’re correct, Deborah, we may have grand inspirations but then there is the business of book publishing. I stay focused on the writing all the time, submit, collect rejections notes, cry and wallow, and then I start again.

  6. Brenda, it’s so good to see you here. I think you know I am a big fan of your writing and try not to miss one of your always inspirational, thought-provoking, or just plain entertaining posts. When that melange of emotions you list wreaks havoc on my psyche, I pick up a good book and disappear into another author’s thoughts and words until I feel a calm descend once again. As I read, I remind myself that the writer whose book I am holding undoubtedly faced the same onslaught. We writers are living our dreams and are fortunate to be doing so. Holding that thought in mind keeps the wind beneath my sails. Write on, my talented friend!
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    • Thanks kindly, Patricia, your words are wonderful on my ears. Like every other writer, I wonder… do you have the chops to carry on!

  7. There you are toiling away by the light of the moon chasing that damn dream of yours wishing and a ‘hoping that your not wasting your time.

    That pretty much says it all. Great post!

    • Jayne – that’s great advice. I don’t process it exactly in that way, rather I see myself as Rocky running up a flight of stairs and jumping for joy each time I stay on target, or reach a goal.

  8. Who knew dreams were so hard to maintain. That’s the hard part. I want to live my dream, but the dream doesn’t pay the bills or raise the family. Sigh. You just have to keep on. Maybe dreams are so hard because you have to try and fit them into your life instead of them being your life – or that’s my reality.
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  9. Dreams do take a lot of work. I always had the dream of being published. Now that I am, I’ve learned it takes even more work to live that dream I’ve wanted for so long. It’s an adjustment and it takes a lot of effort to keep your dream from dying. After all, who wants to finally realize their dream only for it fade away? Not I! :)

  10. Great to see you back, Brenda! What puts the wind beneath my sails? My love of writing. That is bliss and joy and cuddly dogs and peanut butter and chocolate all rolled into one! Writing was my dream all along and I didn’t know it until I clicked my heels three times and twirled around and there it was. Nothing, absolutely nothing (save for my children) brings me more happiness than the mighty pen!
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  11. Two nights ago, I was watching the TV interview of a Buddhist monk, one whose column I follow, and he reminded us never to lose sight of our ‘first’ heart. The heart that we had when we first decided to become an artist/writer/monk/journalist/teacher etc. Keeping faith is both treacherously difficult (if we allow it to be) and movingly simple (if we allow it to be).

    And now, if only we remind ourselves constantly that things are as they are if we allow them to be …
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  12. Anything which our gifts seek purpose for takes a lot of stamina and in the end, it’s our dreams which drive us. Although they are hard to succumb to and consequently, reach, they are worth every moment because we learn more about ourselves and our art with every step we take. And I truly believes this brings us closer to reaching our dreams.
    Never give up; no matter what. Take the steps, even though most might be miniscule. Anything which heightens and moves our passions is worth fighting for. I do everything in my power to remind the thousands of children I work with to always reach for their dreams. No step is too shallow and no dream is ever too big.
    I really enjoyed reading this, Brenda. Thank you for sharing.
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