Fiercely protecting dreams…at the table

Fiercely protecting dreams…at the table

Fiercely protecting dreams…at the table

“What if there was a place so safe you could share the worst parts of you and you would be loved more in the telling of it?  What if…you are welcomed home with the strength of a warm hug? (trueface.org)

What if you allowed the hug?  and hugged, too?

If you’re still reading this blog, nostalgia has invited you to linger here.

“Technology is a glittery lure; we can be attracted by flash.  And there is a rare occasion when we can be lured beyond flash; nostalgia is a sentimental scent – a deeper bond.” (The Carousel)

A few months ago, Doug and I bought an Airstream travel trailer and named her “Freedom.” We began planning an adventure we call “At the Table with America.”  

It’s a crazy idea by many standards – but no one has told us it is.  No one.

For the first time in our seasonally dysfunctional and fairly successful by the world’s standards lives – the whole world seems to be in agreement. 

“This is great!” seems to be a good summary statement for the responses we get when we tell people what we’re doing.

Really?!  In many ways – it’s just nuts.  

  • This isn’t our home away from home – it’s our home.
  • We don’t have “normal” jobs anymore – we have a dream.
  • We don’t have a “normal” bathroom anymore – we have a very fancy port-a-potty.
  • Our closet is not a walk in – it has a hanging bar almost three feet long.
  • We don’t have a table big enough for more than four – we want to sit “at the table with America.”

And we haven’t told our story to any yet that has told us, “You’re crazy!”

Instead…most get this almost instant, deep look in their eyes and say, “Wow.  I want to do that one day.”  Occasionally we hear, “I was going to do that one day…now I think it may be too late.”

“In Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’  It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone.” (The Carousel)

Perhaps the most powerful lure of our story is…nostalgia.  

Home.  Freedom.  A dream.  At the table.  America.

Family mealtime isn’t a new idea – our dream isn’t even about a meal.  

The dream is about living.  Living; rather than simply surviving.

Living happens in safe places.  Living happens in freedom.  Dreams are the direction we were born to go – in our living.  America – the land of the free.

There’s a twinge in our heart for “brave.”  And a reminder, “oh yeah…that’s me, too.”

A table isn’t a battlefield – unless it becomes one.  A table isn’t a brave new horizon…unless it becomes one. The table isn’t a new social media app…it’s a time machine.

It goes forwards to dreams … and backwards to memories.  It takes us to a place where we long to go again.

What if we make the table a brave new horizon…instead of a battlefield?

What if the horizon leads us home?

What if home is a safe place…where we dream…and really live?

What if the table was a place where we can be present the way a child is present – messy and clumsy and excessively dreamy – and still more than welcome?

Actually loved more? and fiercely protected?  in our mess?  and our clumsiness?

“What if we’re not really ‘losing it’, but we’re really ‘finding it?’” (Doug Newberry)

What if the table is where we find others to hold hands with us as we dream?

We’ve come back to where we began:

“What if there was a place so safe you could share the worst parts of you and you would be loved more in the telling of it?  What if…you are welcomed home with the strength of a warm hug? (trueface.org)

What if you allowed the hug? and hugged, too?

What if it’s at the table?

…what if?

Thank you Seth Godin – for sharing “The Carousel” on THE MARKETING SEMINAR.  It matters.