……. all big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them;
nurse them through bad days
till they bring them to the sunshine and light
which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
Woodrow Wilson
I took this photo last week from way up high as I flew into the South Island. To where I am from. To where my roots are. To the place we hope to return to. I love the lush tropical feel that is the North Island. But my heart is where the mountains stretch forever and the cold winter air hurts when you breath it in. Where the golden sandy beaches of Summer seem to stretch forever and there are hidden treasures around every bend in the road.
But for now, I am living my dream. And I am nurturing it and loving it. And I feel truly blessed.