Vision.
Friend or foe?
Here's how it works for me: A vision is a source of fuel. When I conceive of what I am working for, what it shall look like, I summon all my energy to bring it to life. Research leads to labor. I grind away until the marble becomes a statue.
This approach has been revealing all its limitations when it comes to our infant sanctuary. Instead, it's more like:
Vision A: You can't do that.
Vision B: You can't afford that.
Vision C: But, I don't want that one!
Et cetera, et cetera.
There was a time where I had a poem sharing group with my siblings. Each would take turns sending poems around via email, and you would respond with a poem that was a reaction to the previous poem. My brother sent a poem that had a line something like this:
Imagine giving everything you have
Every bit of your strength
To throw a ball of yarn
Into a labyrinth you cannot see.
This gets at the heart of the matter. The vision keeps changing, but your resolve cannot. How Rivendell will appear, how it sustains itself, who it serves, these things have changed quite markedly as our ideals crash into the rocks of reality.
We're learning to hold all details with suspicion. The vision is too large for details. The heart of the dream beats, no matter what body contains it.
It's a good thing to get used to, I suppose, because there is no end to this journey. Each target is merely a "station on our way".
Perhaps it doesn't matter where we end up. The road is made for walking...no time for lips and all their squawking. Let's get our shoes on.
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