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The Dreamer and the Doer

Are you Dreamer (a visionary) Or a Doer?

The Dreamer: An imaginative person who is idealistic and dreams a lot. (not sleeping dreams). They think about the big picture. They strategize and plan projects and tend to dream big. They are imaginative and see the potential for what could be. They embrace new things and are a catalyst for change.

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The Doer: A person who acts, rather then talking or thinking. The doer is all about action. They are  driven, go getter’s who want results. They focus on productivity rather than the big picture and their goals are much more realistic than the dreamers are.

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Both the Dreamer and the Doer have important qualities, with strengths and weakness’s. Neither is better than the other, In fact to be truly successful we need a little bit of both, or just partner with someone who can do what you cant!

The Dreamer’s Weakness: Dreamer’s tend to have a hard time finishing their projects and seeing them thru to completion. They tend to give up easily because they lose focus. The get bogged down in the details and can stop making progress. They also have a hard time with deadlines and tend to under deliver on their promises. They want to accomplish there dream on their own, but often times they will need the help of a Doer.

The Doer’s Weakness: Doer’s lack vision and tend to be short sighted. This often  causes a doer to get stuck in a rut and become unmotivated. “What’s the point of it all?!” They might say. They may feel like they have no end goal in mind, and seemingly no purpose. They tend to follow the same tried and true route and don’t like taking new risks. They also avoid change and dislike deviating from the plan.

Here is a chart that shows the differences really well, from http://chrisoatley.com

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Help for the Dreamer’s:

  1. If you are a dreamer, don’t try to go it alone! Go find a doer to help you accomplish your goals.

2. Try writing down your goals and give yourself a deadline.  Then  break it down into smaller pieces and give yourself smaller weekly deadlines.  Then start doing it! You can motivate yourself, by giving yourself a reward only if you are able to meet the final deadline. (I often reward myself with shopping money, it’s pretty motivating!)

3. Remember that your ideas will almost always take more time and resources than you expect. So plan to have more than enough money, support, resources and time than you think you’ll really need.

4. Know that it’s OK that some dreams or goals won’t work out. Don’t  be afraid! And don’t stress over it! If it’s not working, (or failed) there’s no shame in failure. You still learned something!

5. If you feel like quitting, try looking at it from a different perspective and try a new approach. Or  you can always do a different project and come back to it at a later time. Just try to focus on moving forward in action.

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Help for the Doer’s:

  1.If you are a doer, team up with a dreamer to help you to not lose direction. There’s nothing wrong with having a partner, who can support you and guide you.

2. Try to be open to possibilities and embrace change. Find someone who has a different perspective than you, and does things differently so you can learn from them and try it their way.

3. Give  yourself permission to dream bigger. Take time to dream and look at the big picture then write it all down! Then put it some where you will see it everyday, so it can inspire, encourage and motivate you to keep going.

4. Remember that you can’t do it all yourself, it’s OK to ask for help.  Or to tell people no, so you don’t feel overwhelmed.

5. Be curious and confident, and try to think outside of the box, like a dreamer would. Then go make it happen, you doer!!

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Dreamers are Visionaries

Dreamers are the visionaries of the world

As children we lived life wide eyed in wonder. We  wore rose colored glasses and life was a great discovery! It was such an exciting adventure to discover the magic of a world that was new. We were dreamers and believed the impossible.

So why is it as adults our perception of life becomes so black and white? It becomes matter of fact, with no room for imagination and dreams. It becomes about being realistic. It becomes routine and in some cases dull, and we search from thrill to thrill. It becomes about practicality and maintaining what we have, instead of about dreaming and pursuing the impossible.

I want to inspire people back to that place. There is a difference between being childish, and childlike.

I can’t speak for everyone, but I want it back….. that childlike wonder I once had! It’s not that I want the immaturity of my childhood back, I have learned so much in my  life. But I do want the spontaneity, fearlessness, imagination, simplicity and innocence I once carried.

I want to be uninhibited. To never be intimidated by risk.

I want to be without guile,  genuine to who I am!

I want to trust Fully. To love without reservation.

To always have a positive visionary outlook.

To expect the best life has to offer.

 To always question the system, and the status quo!

To inspire people.

To see the potential in things and and others, that most people don’t notice.

To make opportunities where there are none.

To see things thru and never give up.

To dream the impossible.

To never take being alive for granted!

To see the wonder of life.

To be a dreamer and a visionary.

……. Because the world needs more adults who still remember how to be childlike.

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The Baggage and the Birdcage

Here’s an old poem I wrote years ago, during a season where I was learning how to love.


The Baggage and the Birdcage

I am a traveler gladly leaving my hometown,
Ready to live where ever this plane next hits the ground.
Carrying my only belongings; my baggage and my birdcage,
Inside my little birdie is safe and carefully tucked away.
Covered and locked in her cage she sleeps curled,
she’s far too precious to let loose in the cold dark world.
I quickly board the plane as the engine stars; it roars to life,
I wave good bye out the window, then see a stranger on my right.
I’ve noticed you travel with no bags; strangely your hands are empty,
Your eyes unusually hopeful, while your heart is open and ready.
Your smile is inviting, eyes innocent, as your voice soothes,
Slowly your hand stretches out to me, offering what is true.
Oh how I want to take your offer, and take that lovely hand!
How I long to move to you, without hesitation and just dance.
But the plane is lurching violently, as it leaps up from the ground
Turbulence hits; I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to look around.
I wrap my arms around my birdcage, so desperate to protect,
Clutching tightly to my baggage, I’m braced for what may come next.
But the plane mellows out, so I again open my eyes..
To find your gaze still on me, beckoning me; arise!
Your eyes glitter with patience, your smile beams soft and gentle,
You offer me your hand once more, in a gesture that’s so simple.
My heart leaps to my chest, It longs to cry out “yes!”
But instead my eyes desperately search for a place to hide and rest.
Still holding my cage, I ache for a safe place to recover,
But still you smile at me and wait, so unlike any other.
Your gaze tells me tales of hope, of passion and make believe,
Tales of an adventure filled life, like we’ve always dreamed.
As you uncover your own heart, it clear you’re a charming prince
And I can’t help but be drawn in, for you’ve made such an imprint.
You even make my little bird flutter, chirp and tweet!
But it’s not quite safe yet, and I can’t bare to set her free.
As your understanding grin surrounds me like a magic carpet,
She rises up untangling herself, willing to leave her cage of hardness!
Now all I know for certain, is the ache to dance in your arms,
I decide to do what I’ve always feared and let her loose; my heart.
I put down my baggage and search for the key that’s inside,
The key I’ve long been guarding, buried and hidden from time.
With trembling fingers, I take my bird’s cage and turn the key,
The cage door flings open as she rushes to you; finally set free!
She soars with reckless abandon, as I rise to take your hand.
And there in the middle of the crowded plane, we begin to dance.
The struggle is over! My heart and head rest in the same place,
I think to myself, “I am content to be forever lost in your embrace.”

The Little Red Balloon

Here’s another poem I wrote a few years ago….


I saw a picture as I closed my eyes
A beautiful portrait of you and I.
You were just a boy, and I just a small girl,
two carefree children in a bright, hopeful world.
First I saw her as a hunched up child hiding in a corner,
in a dismal world with gray and dreary muffled borders.
Then I saw her rise in one swift movement
she sprung up from the ashes to pour out atonement.
She ran with all her strength into a new dimension,
she ran with her arms stretched out offering to him.
As she steps into this new world, colors change hearts shift,
the world is bright and lively and with color souls are lit.
She hands him a balloon red in color and emotion,
and offers it to him ensuring all that is in her is kept open.
She is offering him love pure and unadulterated,
She is offering him all she is, regardless of what’s expected.

I saw this picture of you and I as children in a park,
we had no pain no blemishes no scars upon our hearts.
I saw the life and hope spring up with joy anew,
I saw myself pour wholeheartedly and unreservedly ……. into you.

The Woods

Here is  a short fictional story, that I hope nobody takes it too seriously…  It’s based off a a dream I had a while ago.

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I took a walk inside my woods one day,
Where goodness, calm and peace may be,
But lo and behold, along the way.
A horrendous sight rose to meet me.
I looked up and saw a monstrous beast,
“I must be lost, these aren’t my woods,” said I
For looming there high above, threatening me,
was a bestial  tree, that had come to life.

I stared in horror at it’s crooked back
Bent, disfigured, but still whole.
And as Its roar turned the sky to black,
I felt it stare right thru my soul.
I heard it whisper in deadly tones,
“I have come to collect my fee!
For you surrendered to me long ago!”
Then I felt it’s ferocious pull within me.
I stared, frozen, for it didn’t lie,
And then the tree spoke again with a cruel grin,
“For many years you’ve buried my roots inside,
And now I will master you and rule from within.”
Then the dark within me that I’d been hiding from,
Burst forth with power and inside began to bloom
At that moment, I knew that I finally succumbed,
As the evil overthrew me and became my doom.

Not A Lost Cause

 

Here is my confession:

2015 has been a really difficult year. Full of struggles and pain, and I spent most of the time, lost and bewildered as to what was going on.

I had lost hope in life and relationships

But, what I didn’t realize, was that I had actually given up on myself.

I had absolutely no hope for myself.

I considered myself a lost cause and had given myself up for dead. I was settled and resigned to live a life void of hope. A dead life.

A life that was void of LIFE.

I didn’t care anymore about how I looked,

I didn’t care about how I felt,

how relationships were going and I didn’t care about what I  was doing.

I just didn’t care anymore,

Or more accurately, I didn’t have the capacity or ability to care about anything anymore.

So, I just plodded along,

with no desire or hope for things to ever get better.

I settled for a life void of joy and purpose. And I didn’t even recognize how far I had fallen.

I was so resigned  and used to depression, that I really couldn’t see how beaten down I was.

I thought about death, as if it were something to look forward to

But then a ray of hope reached its hand out to me.

And it dawned on me…..  I am not a lost cause!

God has not given up on me.

And if he hasn’t given up on me, then  I don’t want to give up on me either!

God hasn’t lost hope for me.

I am not a lost cause.

God’s mercies are still waiting for me, even after all this time!

He looks at me with mercy and compassion and tenderness and has not abandoned me.

(Somehow, I was convinced that God had abandoned me)

But he has not lost hope for me,

and he does not condemn me, for being a wayward child.

I AM NOT A LOST CAUSE!

There IS hope for me yet!

There is more life for me to live!

It’s not over!

After all this time God was still holding out for me,

waiting for me, waiting to give me a 500th chance.

Waiting to give it another go.

When I had lost hope for myself,

God didn’t!

When I stopped caring whether I lived or died.

He still cared!

When I thought all was lost.

He welcomed me in, with open arms.

Thank you Jesus!

I don’t deserve so many chances,

and I don’t  understand how your love can run so deep…

but thank you for carrying about the little things I care about.

Thank you, for never giving up on me!

“When the lord brought back the captive ones, we were like those who dreamed.

My mouth was full of laughter, and  joyful shouting,

I will sing among the nations, the Lord has done great things!!

the Lord has done great things for me!

I, who sowed in tears, now reap in joyful shouting!”

Heart of Joy

A Psalm: My heart blossoms and overflows with joy!

Hallelujah to my GOD!

God of grace, abundantly giving Peace.

Pouring out joy, joy, joy, I am so full of joy!

 

My heart overflows, I can not contain this feeling.

My heart leaps from my chest saturated with joy, shouting.

I have joy, come one and all, come far and wide.

Come and know this joy inside!

I’m full to the brim, I overflow in abundance and couldn’t ask for more!

I am whole and free, nothing holds me back…. watch as I soar.

Watch, as I sing of the untainted joy I know, the joy I love.

that no man can steal and no one can crush!!”

Sustaining joy emanates from within…

“Look! draw near, draw near my friends!

I am beating with joy, see for yourself,

watch as I melt….

into the hands of joy.

 

Once I knew sorrow, once I knew pain,

I was burdened down by weights so heavy, I fell crumpled and slain.

Once I was hopeless, empty, weary, and defeated.

But now my heart knows joy, and has again started beating!

Thank you my God, thank you my love,

You removed my cloud of despair and lifted me up!

Now I am a heart who  knows joy, I must smile, I must laugh,

I must sing,  praise be to the father! And unto the Lamb!!!

I am set free, and I am the Victor!

watch as life anew springs up like a river!

…But Of your grace, what can I say? Words can’t compare!

For if my sins are an ocean, your grace is the air.

The Spirit Of God Is Upon Me

Here is a poem I & and Holy spirit wrote a few years back.

 

The spirit of god is upon me

That I am blessed among men now I see!

I am a nobody and yet I have Gods favor

I am lovingly desired by the one and only creator

Rejoice rejoice! I am blessed beyond words,

For I am given far more than I deserve!

Who am I that you have called me to walk in your ways

Who am I that you chose to bathe me in grace……

 

Like Moses I cannot speak, like Isaiah you will fill my mouth,

Like Joshua I am young, and like Samuel you have called me out.

Like Jeremiah I am shocked you’d use a nobody like me,

Like Mary I will store this promise in my heart quietly.

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Like Elisha you’re my defender, like Hosea your love is redeeming power,

Like Gideon you see my fear and yet, call me “Mighty one of valor!”

Like Habakkuk I’m on high places, like Daniel you speak in my dreams,

And like David when I at last take a stand, you always stand up with me!!

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Like Esther you’ll give boldness, like Samson power to overcome,

Like Peter I stumble and fall, yet you reach out to pull me up.

Like Hannah you hear my prayers and remember me when time is come.

Like John on the isle of Patimos I know the battle is already won!

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Like Saul I am a sinner, like Paul I am given a brand new name,

Like Elijah you move on my behalf, like Israel I am saved!!!

Like Lazarus I’m brought to life, like Abraham I am blessed..

And like Enoch you guide me by the hand into your eternal rest!

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So Hallelujah, The Spirit of THE LORD GOD is upon me too!

Stop working and live life!

Sometimes we get so caught up working that we forget to just slow down and enjoy life.

(Unless you happen to be one of the few peoples who get to do what they love for work.) You are probably someone who just works to keep the bills paid.

Now, I would like to say thank you for doing your part to help make the world go round! Thank you for working hard and doing a good job.

However,  there is freedom the  unrelenting cycle of work.

You don’t have to strive so hard. Slow down and remember that we  are not what we do.

Don’t get lost in the never ending American lifestyle of work.

Yes It’s true, that we are lucky to be living in America where we can work and pursue our dreams. But sometimes I think we’ve got it backwards. We put too much emphasis on material things and forget to enjoy just being alive.

Americans are in such a mad rush all the time to get things done.  We are just so dang busy! Constantly working, trying to climb hirer and hirer.

We’re all trying to keep up. But keep up with who?

With the Jones of course! The fictional American family that has everything and does it all. The American Ideal.

We try so hard to have and do it all, that we forget to relax and really live our lives!

We are either busy working or totally exhausted. That’s why we Americans love entertainment! We are so burnt out by the end of the day/week. That we just want to be able to sit on the couch and be entertained. We want to forget about the exhaustion for a while, and be absorbed into someone else’s drama for a change.  We want to focus on a more glamorous, or exciting, or mysterious, or humorous life. So we can forget about our own.

But not everyone one lives like this. When I was overseas I was very surprised to see how different life can be. For example In Italy and Spain they take time for several long coffee breaks throughout the day.  And they are known for taking 2 hour or more lunch breaks!  These breaks are to relax, and unwind, not scarf down food so we can keep working. In Italy they don’t really care so much about what you do. The care about you as a person. Not you as the banker or artist, or waitress, teacher.

The you without your job. Who are you outside of your job?

Take time to cultivate the you, that you are outside of work.

Take time to really LIVE, because you only live once.

So, if you feel like you only exist to work, here are a couple of suggestions for you. 🙂


  • Take time to slow down. Literally, walk slowly and actually notice your surroundings.
  • Notice the beauty in the small things, that you normally don’t see.
  • Take time off from work, to do something peaceful and surround yourself with beauty. It calms the soul.
  • Find something or someone you love, and spend your time with them.  Let them remind you of what is important in life.
  • Turn OFF you cell phone, ipad, computer and T.V. and leave it off for a whole day!
  • Challenge yourself.
  • Resist the urge to spend all your free time on the internet.
  • Do something your inner child would have loved to do. Think back, did little you ever say, ” I cant wait to grow up, because then I can…”? Then do it! Fulfill that child’s dream.
  • Or, intentionally take time off work to do something with your kids that you normally wouldn’t do.
  • Pursue your long lost hobbies. Ones you gave up on, or feel you don’t have time for. Force yourself to try it again. You’re never too old!
  • Send a message to a long lost friend.
  • Or reach out to someone who is going through a hard time. Be encouraging to them.
  • Take the scenic way home from work today. Stop somewhere you’ve never been! Make it an adventure.
  • Say yes, to something you normally say no to.
  • Imagine that your life has a soundtrack. Then decide what yours would sound like.  What message would your soundtrack be conveying? If you don’t like that message, make it better!
  • If it’s a sunny day, go for a stroll or, lay down in the grass and stare at the clouds.
  • Even if it is a stormy day, go outside and admire the beauty of nature in storm mode. Take a deep breathe of the refreshingly, cold air. And  appreciate it for what it is.
  • Dream big dreams.
  • Never stop dreaming.
  • Do something just because someone said it was impossible.
  • Give someone a hug, and linger for a moment in their embrace. Appreciate that this person still exists.
  • Smile more!
  • Use your imagination and create something.
  • Cut down on your expenses, so you aren’t a slave to your job!
  • Reduce, and reuse to save money.
  • Use your imagination and create something.
  • Go on a drive  with someone close to you and park somewhere that you can admire the stars. Contemplate whether or not there is life in a galaxy far, far away.
  • Treat yourself and get a relaxing massage!
  • Appreciate that you can still, walk, talk, see, taste and hear. Because not everyone can.
  • Then go eat some ice cream, just like a kid.
  • Give something to the less fortunate, it will remind you how lucky you are to be alive.
  • Force yourself out of your box and do something unusual!
  • Do something weird, just for the hell of it.
  • Be thankful that you have freedom. Use that freedom to do something you’ve never done. Tell your boss you’re sick today, then get out of the house and do something fun!
  • Smile and laugh for no reason at all. Let it confuse people.
  • Stop caring about what people think about you! It will set you free.
  • Dance and sing when your home alone.

Just remember,

Life is not about reaching a certain amount of moments, it is about a collection of moments where you have truly lived.

Free Write With Music

So I was listening to the first two songs on my favorite instrumental soundtrack and I wrote this. I hope it is encouraging and inspiring to someone!
Click the link to play the music, while you read.
Also if anyone is wanting to write and doesn’t know where to start, play some of your favorite instrumental music and just write whatever the music makes you feel or imagine. That is what I did. Happy writing!!

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Go ahead, play the song.

FREEWRITE:

The earth is dark and empty, the wind howls a song through the forlorn sky,

She is despairing over the horrible emptiness and darkness….

But when the trees hear her sing, they come alive and join in the song.

Then the flowers blossom and sing along in a joyful harmony!

Even the clouds wake up and remember how to sing.

When they join in the chorus, their voices match the sound of a thousand angels.

Then with the gusto of trumpets, the sun bursts forth in all its glory chasing the darkness away.
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2nd song:

Hopelessness and heartbreak hang in the air, there is nothing but the stench of death covering the land.

But Hope comes in subtly, gently. As if  unsure of her welcome.
She proceeds cautiously.

“Let me sing a song for you, little ones,” she whispers.

She sings a resurrection song, it’s calling those that were killed in battle to come back to life.

“Come, back. Come back. Wake up.

Come back to me, awake!”

Hope graces it wings to soar, and roars to life. “WAKE UP!” she shouts.

The greatest moment is coming, an army of life is arising.

And still she sings her heart out, as if our lives depend on it.

She will never die. Death has no place where Hope lives.

Still the sadness and sorrow of death is not chased away, it lingers on, its hold is strong.

But Hope can never be conquered, so she sings on.

On and on she marches, over the battle field, singing and dancing to her lovely,
powerful,
and awakening song.

It’s soothing, balming, refreshing, surrounding and holding everything together in its rightful place.

Hope is holding everything together.

She soothes the senses with radiance and warmth.

And it’s working!
They are waking up!

Her song continues on, and says,

“Let Hope grow,

Here I am!

I am Hope!

Let Hope take root and grow!

Let it raise you from your death.

Let it sink into your skin,

Let its warmth absorb into your frozen, hollow soul.

Let a single ray of hope fall into your heart.

Never let it leave you.

Hold fast.

It’s far too precious.

Let it linger on,

let it anchor you down.

Just hold onto me tightly!”

She sings over the slain.

“And remember that Hope always wins the battle.

Hope always wins.”

Hope brings the heart back to life.

It breathes life , as hearts start beating once more!

Her song is calling,

calling you back to life.

“Awake, and live!

Be alive!

Hope has won!

The battle is over, Hope has WON!

WAKE UP!”