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dreams and signs
Mar. 22nd, 2012 08:53 amI'm considering a business opportunity. It feels like a good match with what I've been trying to do; it would bring in a small income stream but also be a source of potential coaching clients. I'm moving cautiously, but a couple of things have made me feel as if the universe is nudging me to say yes.
I saw Les Miserables this weekend. It's an amazing show, and the music stayed with me; I've been humming it all week. I decided I wanted to hear the lovely, melancholy "I Dreamed a Dream" again, so I went to youtube, and of course, found Susan Boyle's performance on "Britain's Got Talent."
One of the things that struck me was the initial meanness of the audition, which, sadly, puts the reality in "reality" shows. A frumpy, frizzy-haired middle-aged woman walked out on stage and said she wanted to be a professional singer, and everyone laughed and rolled their eyes, including the judges. No one took her seriously--until she opened her mouth and her strong, powerful, beautiful voice emerged, singing her dream. Jaws literally dropped, as she stood on a bare stage and sang for a bigger audience than she'd ever had before. Susan Boyle amazed everyone by taking a risk, putting herself in front of another mocking crowd who only saw her unassuming exterior. She amazed the people in her town, some of whom had bullied her when she was a learning-disabled child, who had only seen a spinster who spent her life taking care of her aging parents and singing in the church choir and at karaoke night.
She dreamed a dream and made it happen, and the world cheered.
The business opportunity I'm exploring is a partnership, and my potential partner sent me some information today. The manual she has created is prefaced by a poem by Mary Oliver, "Journey." Since I am a poet myself, this choice spoke to me. It signaled a deep level of compatibility. Someone who values poetry, who understands how a poem can speak more clearly than a thousand sentences, is someone I can work with.
I was thinking about this as I drove my daughter to school today. After I dropped her off, I turned on the radio, and heard the first notes of Tom Petty's Running Down a Dream.
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was driving
The trees went by, me and Del were singing
Little Runaway, I was flying
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
I'm running down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppabl e
It was always cold, no sun shine
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
I'm running down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm picking up whatever is mine
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
I'm running down a dream
I saw Les Miserables this weekend. It's an amazing show, and the music stayed with me; I've been humming it all week. I decided I wanted to hear the lovely, melancholy "I Dreamed a Dream" again, so I went to youtube, and of course, found Susan Boyle's performance on "Britain's Got Talent."
One of the things that struck me was the initial meanness of the audition, which, sadly, puts the reality in "reality" shows. A frumpy, frizzy-haired middle-aged woman walked out on stage and said she wanted to be a professional singer, and everyone laughed and rolled their eyes, including the judges. No one took her seriously--until she opened her mouth and her strong, powerful, beautiful voice emerged, singing her dream. Jaws literally dropped, as she stood on a bare stage and sang for a bigger audience than she'd ever had before. Susan Boyle amazed everyone by taking a risk, putting herself in front of another mocking crowd who only saw her unassuming exterior. She amazed the people in her town, some of whom had bullied her when she was a learning-disabled child, who had only seen a spinster who spent her life taking care of her aging parents and singing in the church choir and at karaoke night.
She dreamed a dream and made it happen, and the world cheered.
The business opportunity I'm exploring is a partnership, and my potential partner sent me some information today. The manual she has created is prefaced by a poem by Mary Oliver, "Journey." Since I am a poet myself, this choice spoke to me. It signaled a deep level of compatibility. Someone who values poetry, who understands how a poem can speak more clearly than a thousand sentences, is someone I can work with.
I was thinking about this as I drove my daughter to school today. After I dropped her off, I turned on the radio, and heard the first notes of Tom Petty's Running Down a Dream.
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was driving
The trees went by, me and Del were singing
Little Runaway, I was flying
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
I'm running down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppabl e
It was always cold, no sun shine
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
I'm running down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm picking up whatever is mine
Yeah running down a dream
That never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
I'm running down a dream
