I was out at the drop zone one day soon after I’d begun skydiving, when the idea occurred to me. I know, I thought, I’ll get a cabin out here, on a little hill with a hot tub, fireplace, and lined inside with scented cedar wood.
Wouldn’t it be nice, I thought, to live high up on a hill and look down at night at the twinkling lights, overlooking the city and the lake?
I didn’t think much more about it, until the cold, rainy season started. Then, despite all my efforts to repress the dream of the cabin, it just popped up and sprang right out from inside of me.
I called my friend Kyle and asked him if he was busy. He said no. So I asked him if he had some time to go driving around with me.
“I just want to check out the area,” I said. “Let’s see if the cabin’s there. Let’s just drive to where my intuition takes me.”
We drove down highway fifteen when an exit approached. Taking the exit felt like the thing to do. We turned off and started driving west. I looked to my right and suddenly felt an urge to drive up the hill. So we followed the road, driving by one house after another. Finally, at the end of the road, there was a small cabin at the top of a hill. The outside was covered with rough-sawn cedar. A brick fireplace covered the front of the house. A hot tub sat in the backyard. And a for sale sign was posted in the front yard.
There are other pieces to this story. Chip got in on the dream. At some point we stopped calling it “the cabin,” and it became the Blue Sky Lodge. Pat and Andy came along and helped make the dream real. It was going to be a comfortable place for people who liked to do things in the air. We’d have extra beds available. It wouldn’t be a hotel, but it was open to any guest who wanted to spread his or her wings and learn how to fly.
We camped at the Lodge during construction. Everything took longer than we thought, but eventually it turned into the place of our dreams.
There’s a pool table, a dartboard, a whimsical guest room called the clown room, a comfy guest bedroom, a living room with a massive stone fireplace and a big-screen TV. Then there’s the Blue Room, a master bedroom with blue plaid material on the walls. It houses the biggest, most comfortable bed in the world—the Cloud Bed—and my desk.
Red beams line the cedar wood ceiling. Chip has a desk in the foyer, and there’s video cameras and regular cameras and computers on top of it. And there’s books and CDs and flight bags and parachutes and helmets and climbing ropes lying around all over the house.
The Blue Sky Lodge is really about learning that your dreams can come true.
Whether your dreams for yourself come to you in bits and pieces, over a period of time, or whether you practice visualization to see and focus on your dreams yourself, dreams are just another way of God communicating with us.
She’s saying, “Look at what you can have.”
An important part of the language of letting go is learning to say, “I see what I can have, who I am, where I am, and what I have right now.”
God, help me become aware.
From the book: More Language of Letting Go
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