The necklace is of gold, like most dreams. Tiny and delicate and really no one ever notices it. Not even me. It’s become part of me, connected at its ends by a clasp that has never failed. The clasp must know should it come undone, I would follow.
The pendant falls at the concave curve that lies so neatly below the adam’s apple and in between the clavicle. For 7 years now it’s rested in that place made famous by The English Patient. Such a part of me it’s become, the significance of it faded into obscurity.
In spin class today splatters of sweat displaced by it were felt on the underside of my chin. For the first time, I became aware of it swinging, rhythmically striking that curve. Clarity struck me like the pain in my quads. This necklace hanging so perfectly and beautifully unintrusive at my suprasternal notch represents the current epicenter of my life. And I’d forgotten about it.
During six months that have revolved around long, sweaty workouts, recovery, showers, and trying to make it as a freelance writer, a dream has unfolded.
The necklace is a line engraving of Grand Teton. It’s been given a nice scrub and polish since the revelation.
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Comment by Prefabrik — February 17, 2011 @ 2:16 pm
Tammie,
I can’t wait to see the pics from atop the Teton! I know you will make it. I’ve been praying for you.
JB
Comment by james — September 3, 2009 @ 8:23 pm
Hope all is well on the Grand.
Comment by Steven — September 3, 2009 @ 12:48 am
I’ve had moments where I’ve worked so damn hard along the path of the dream that I forgot what it was I was trying to reach. Bent over, nose on the grindstone, and honing for the next morning, so I could do it all over.
Then, usually just before the breaking point, the dream will gently rap upon the thread that is taught from work, take me by the hand and share with me from it’s goblet of golden warmth.
Just a simple reminder.
The dream is not the pattern or routine, but we must “rut” ourselves to reach the dream.
Comment by Alex Crabtree — August 31, 2009 @ 12:49 am
Hey Tammie’
Awesome pics…your lving a life that dreams are made of, smilin.
Good luck in your travels…May God be with you.
Comment by Lu — August 27, 2009 @ 9:20 am
It’s been there your whole life…the dream that is, whatever it may have become, whatever it may be. ‘Dreams’ are all to often fetishized off into dream land when all the while they’re right there around our necks. All we have to do is realize, reach, and relish. You’re one hell of an example.
Comment by JJ — August 26, 2009 @ 8:19 pm
I love this post. May your necklace of dreams prevail.
Comment by charlino — August 26, 2009 @ 11:22 am
How awesome.
Comment by Steven — August 26, 2009 @ 12:18 am
Beautiful! Love it!
Comment by Camels & Chocolate — August 25, 2009 @ 10:50 pm
Agree with Pops! He said it all. I love this post.
Comment by Clay Mama — August 25, 2009 @ 10:30 pm
Destiny comes around like links in that chain. It can happen at any moment. What a wonderful revelation! You were meant to climb that mountain!
Comment by Pops — August 25, 2009 @ 8:04 pm