The Uncultivated Field

There is a story of a man who passed through a field he did not own. He recognized the treasure within the field, and to acquire it, he paid for the whole land.

Will you walk with me through my field? There isn't much to see. The ground is uncultivated and decorated with weeds.  If you will come with me, I will tell you...It is much like a blank page that stares without blinking. My first response is to feel discomfort that is until I think of you. I can share this adventure with you.

It began many years ago with a dream. I dreamt I travelled from Peterborough to Toronto via GO stations. Along the way, I met some people who wanted to steal from me. To keep them from taking my bike, I gave them what was in my hand. It was only a golf ball, but as they took it, and threw it away, it was as though they had destroyed my spirit. I awoke with a sense of loss.

When I went to work, a little girl, Emily, came to me with a shy, wise look upon her face. She had something to give me. It was a toy golf ball. I was incredulous. My coworker watched and smiling, waited for an explanation but I had nothing to say.

Later, when I moved to Toronto, I discovered my destination was beside a golf course. I had no job, and the money ran out, but I knew I was in the right place...for that time. Then, I had another dream.

In the dream, I had stopped walking to look up and watch a hawk soaring in the sky. When the hawk landed, it was huge, and called others to itself. In reality, I was walking with my friend, Paul. We walked by Glen Rd. I stopped to look up and, you guessed it, marvelled at a hawk. Then, I remembered the dream, and I moved there. I kept wondering what would happen next. My work situation got worse. I went further in debt, to the point of being unable to pay my rent, and wondered if I would end up living under the bridge of which I had dreamt.

When I had nowhere to go, my neighbours helped me secure a place in Elliot Lake. Now, my job there has ended. I did not even move there based on a dream. I had moved there because there was nothing else. And, so here I am, inviting you to walk through my uncultivated field. It doesn't look like much, but something tells me, there is a hidden treasure. You are invited to come and find it with me. However, I have to warn you, things are not as they seem. You may think it will look one way, and if you keep searching for that, you will miss it. To look for something as you think it should seem, leads to disappointment, when you are following a dream. I will give you a final illustration.

I had previously mentioned Glen Rd. When I had dreamt of the name, Glen, I thought it was about my spouse. I continued to search for him, but found Glen was a road, not a person. And thus, I am still single. With a rocky field, wondering why I am in Elliot Lake. There was no sign, or dream...only an invitation to create.

*whisper* I don't even know what I am making.