About a month ago I lost all access to my Gmail and Drive accounts. Many people told me to make a ruckus and get access back since it was my main tool in connecting to people near and far as well as my core tool in the work I do to pay my bills. Instead, I called in one favor of a friend who works on the Gmail team at Google who could not help. I took this as a sign to disconnect from the computer and walk the streets in my neighborhood - to really walk the talk of my own organization Wild Dream Walks.

On a personal level, I've had so much more time to sit with myself and slowly get used to a new way of being in service and calm the fears that have popped up in realizing that I'm in uncharted waters. That, I'm unlearning so many things that as I walked forward I don't necessarily know how to do everything nor do I know what is to come. Yet I'm still walking, still stepping forward and trusting that the next step, the next phase for myself and for Wild Dream Walks will show itself. I also have spent a lot of time doing random acts of kindness for strangers, for neighbors, and for my community which have served to connect me with less people but at a much much deeper level. I've noticed my love changing for people, my stories of their lives dropping to the side, as I sit and be with them wherever they are in their journey. Some I choose to walk with down their path, others I don't but I am always in love with them and show as such with my smile. As my email account was returned to me I've shifted how I use it. I now have a morning ritual to connect and write for an hour at my local coffee shop and then hold true to specific times for working on it. I'm still learning to stick with these rituals and not fall back into old habits.



Today a beautiful thing happened. As I was typing away a man walked in that was new to the coffee shop. I sent him a smile and said hello. He was there for a Spanish Meetup and new to the area. We started talking and he asked what I do. I told him that I walk with people down the path of their dreams (this always serves to intrigue people). He sat down. He asked what I meant and I told him the story of how Wild Dream Walks started and he looked at me and said he was meant to meet me today. He told me of his weekend, of the past 14 months of his life, of loneliness, disconnection, frustration and of losing hope. He told me that he was only 10% alive today and coming to this Meetup today was his last ditch effort to connect with people in his native tongue. I asked him to share one of his dreams with me. He did and then he didn't stop. He had so many. Steeped in a love for humans, in elevating kindness and each other. He, himself had been a counselor, a mental health worker, and entrepreneur, and mostly a writer. It occurred to him that every time he tried to move on any of his dreams life had stopped him.

We talked for two hours and on the spot we created the plans for a center for people like him to come, to connect with and share dreams and join together to make dreams possible within a community. It was a serendipitous meeting, an organic connection, that, as he said, "served to make him come alive". I broke my morning ritual in talking to him for so long and now being on the computer well past the morning hours. However, I asked him to share one of his dreams with at least one other person today until we meet again and I told him I would do the same. I choose to share my dream here today. That this center be built for him, for the many people that I have walked with over the past year, who traditionally don't have access to community and want to walk down the path of their dreams with love, kindness and in community. We named this future center, What Dreams May Come.