A cloudless star filled night has turned to a cool misty morning rain. We can hear the sounds in the forest but can’t see them; they feel close but enjoy the curtain of anonymity.
Proportionately the world shrinks and our attention shifts to more immediate things including our captive stowaway, a perfect day to lurk in the shadows and probe the mysteries of its contents under the cloak and dagger of the haunting mist.
Like the daring acts that follow the enchantment of a first romantic encounter, revelling in the excitement of possibility and yet braced for the heart break of disappointment. It is with salty conviction we remove the cork and dare a look inside.
The apprehension of daring to look, where else does this show up in our lives? In the darkness, accountability is but an abstraction. What imposed change might be just outside our door reaching for the bell in the middle of the night to make an uninvited request to enter our lives?
We can long for stability and hope the foundation beneath us is sound. We must, as we build our hopes and dreams on this foundation.
Our money, the wealth we work hard to build and then try to store, is not the “why”. It is part of the foundation on which our hopes and dreams are built, but is not the dream itself. Few would choose to build on and trust a foundation that is not sound.
Yet if we are to be accountable for the outcome, the obtaining of our dreams, we must choose to pull back the veil of darkness and examine the solidity of our foundation…. money. Can we blindly trust that our foundation is solid and our store of wealth, the means to our dreams, is sound?
Can we afford to blindly ignore the cries that the foundation may not carry us? Are we at least willing to listen?
Do we dare?
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