The Shack in Ypomoni

It’s dark in here. All the bright lights I have seen dim out as the sun hid in the hills. The moon is nowhere to find but the stars are out as if reminding me what the dreamers had always told me: Stars shine the brightest when the night is darkest.

The journey is still long, perhaps three dream years more before I’m in the Lighthouse. I cannot see it from this tiny town of Ypomoni. Here in a starlit room, I found in me a thousand stories unspoken, questions I never dared to ask, a past that is yet to inspire. But right now, these stories are far from making sense yet. See, I have all these broken pieces, clueless of how this puzzle should look. I cannot see in this dark room, Baba. The days unfolding before my eyes were as tough as the storms I braved in the seas. Petrifying.

No one’s up here but me… and this little hope that I hold on to that soon the dawn will break, and the Son will illuminate every corner of this room. Yet again. I am waiting for a day so bright even the faintest shadows shy away, so warm my tears will start to thaw. But for now, all I have are these, these bottles of frozen tears you managed to collect somehow.

I know now that I am not alone after all. You must’ve been here.

On the floor are puzzle pieces yet to be solved, and on this shelf are bottles of tears on display, altogether reminding me that in my mess, in the darkest of nights, in silence, in solitary moments such as this, there You are still. How comforting it is to know, Baba, that there You are still. More real, louder, closer than my breath.
– Ghana // D.Y. 5 // Adventures in the Dreamland

This was written by Ghana when she reached the outskirts of the Dreamland on her way to the Lighthouse.

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To the one we lost

If you willingly did what time required
With all your heart, you did what’s right
We’ll cheer you on
No matter where you’ll be sailin’

But if one day you find yourself on the other side
Healed, restored and ready to reach out,
by all means,
We’ll be just right here where you left, waitin’

 

Words in the featured photo are lyrics from the song Promise I Always Will by Steffany Gretzinger.

A Letter from Terra

I took a walk down the streets of Talent Fair, where I’ve met fallen dreamers struggling to find their way back into the Lighthouse. They’ve found comfort in the transient, disappointed but still refusing the quest to climb back up the Seven Mountains where there mansions await.

On one corner, I saw an angry young woman broke her lenses and abandoned her post as a scribe. You know you can’t see who you really are when you’re not wearing those lenses. I do understand how tempting it is to do so when you’re at the end of yourself and you go straight to the Valley of Broken Dreams without those lenses.

I let out a sigh and whispered a plea to the Still Small Voice that he won’t let her stay there far too long and that she will keep her heart open.

Unlike what most dreamers think, it’s not always jolly in the Talent Fair. Here, it’s filled with all kinds of dreamers, but I am especially drawn to dreamers such as her. It’s what I’m meant to do, my royal assignment in the Dreamland.

I must say, there are still so many places yet to explore, lots of work to be done, so many dreamers who refuse the healing the Skypark has to offer. Oh, if only they know how gentle Heal O’land is! But that is why I’m here, Ghana–to remind them of their Lighthouse encounter, of their First Love. I’m all in for this.
– A Letter from Terra, Ghana’s childhood friend // Adventures in the Dreamland

And a time to refrain from embracing

you’ve fought hard enough
past every season of your soul
now is the time to let it go

you’ll learn it’s way too much
when the wounds start to heal
you’re left with but battle scars

you’ve loved strong enough
against all odds, all hopes
now is the time you love yourself
(again, this time better)

you’ll know you’ve given all
when you look at your tired hands
you’re left with but ashes and dust

it is not about the drama
it’s not looking for something
to write or daydream about

you’ll know you’ve loved when
you pursue what’s best for them
and sometimes you are not that
(now that you’re still healing)

out of the thousand words
left unwritten, unspoken
you’ll find out that
this is the best thing to do

and you’re gonna be ok with this
you’re gonna settle with the unsettled
it’s ok that not everything’s ok
and you’re totally ok with that
even when it’s really, really not

without pride or whim
you know in your heart you’ve loved
that thing they call covenant
isn’t something you let go easily

there is no shame in brokenness
no condemnation when you embrace
the fact that you’re still learning

there is patience in love, it’s ok
it’s ok that you’re still struggling
to translate love into actions and words
that they can comprehend, benefit to

too many broken people
in this battlefield of life, love
the world needs you whole

you are too full of amazing things
and you’ve been made that way
you have loved fearlessly, my love
and there is no shame in that

what a beautiful heart you have,
darling,
and you are meant to live
in an endless spring days

you’re gonna love the days ahead
everything you touch will grow
every field you pour into will bloom

all that winter wilted
will grow again in this spring
your heart, oh, it will start to thaw
winter has gone, my darling,
and now is the time
to refrain from embracing…

 

 

 

For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
 a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.
What do people really get for all their hard work? I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, NLT

once upon a time

clock ticks
cold December night
reminiscing moments
once upon a time
through Facebook posts
photos, comments
when there was no other
react but ‘like’
nothing but photos
are in blur

year-end season
thinking about
connections you wish
you kept
friends you wish
they stayed

moments when
you finally realized
you weren’t able to keep
those friendship

and how you tried
to revive it somehow
but things have changed

and you wish to go back
to where the lines
grew thin

to tie and
save the bond
so that friends
won’t ever leave

the gift of time
and friendship
those memories
we now keep
in our golden
treasure box

never to be forgotten
but cherished forever

tonight, i’m just grateful
that they all happened
that you all happened

merry Christmas
happy new year
everybody

– once upon a time i’m letting go //