The world inspires……

I can’t think of a better day to have a nest found and submitted.  It’s September 11th.  A day when we remember what a terrible place the world can be, yet with hope faith and dreams, what a wonderful world we live in.  The finder sent in such a beautiful picture, you can tell the nest was just meant to be there.   I thank the person who found their Daydream Nest, nest #69, in downtown Gloucester, Massachusetts for being inspired.  For being open to the world around them, and for finding a little bit of magic in a tiny little nest.  You in turn, have inspired me.  It is contagious.  That is what this project is all about.  Sometimes, when you least expect it, the world gives you a tiny little reminder to hatch your dreams.  A tiny little reminder to have faith.  A tiny little reminder that if you have hope, and you keep your eyes open, you just might find what you’re looking for.

Published in: on September 11, 2010 at 10:00 pm  Comments (1)  

Finding wings……

A tiny little Daydream Nest found it’s way from coast to coast.  It has taken it’s own journey, found it’s own wings.  I wonder where it wandered along the way?  Who’s pocket, or purse, or jacket it rode in?  Who gazed upon it and found a little magic in it, carried it around, and then set it free once again?  Nest #50, was recently found in Isla Vista, California, ready to hatch daydreams, just sitting by the sea.  This nest was originally left in Philadelphia a few months ago, and not heard from until now.  Whoever found this little nest all the way on the East Coast gave it wings once again, and we thank you for passing it on.  May it remind it’s new handlers to give their dreams wings, and let them soar!

Published in: on July 27, 2010 at 12:27 am  Leave a Comment  

An awakening…..

It wasn’t easy, emerging from my shackles of self-doubt.  It seems like it took so long.  So long that I began to worry that I was going to forget who I was, or what I was doing.  This little art project sat shelved for far too long, and for that I am sorry.  I know so many of us are just plodding along, going through the motions, getting by.   I know, because that is where I have been.   Getting by was all I had the energy to do, and I told myself that I was just too tired.  Too tired to be creative.  Too tired to think.  Too tired to dream.  There were kids to be raised, bills to be paid.  Believe me, it has taken everything I have to break free from this cycle.  The long winter is over.  Spring is quickly turning into summer. It’s a new day.  The sun is shining.  The birds are chirping.   Tiny nests full of hope, faith and dreams are being left out in the world.  Break free and find yours.

Stormy weather……..

Winter came, the days turned grey, the birds left for warmer waters, and my hopes and dreams nearly flew away with them.  It has been so difficult to stay focused and hopeful lately, as the weight of the world closes down upon me.  The Daydream Nest Project has sat neatly tucked away, it’s tiny clay nests slumbering in boxes, unable to brave the icy weather, unable to be set free out into the world. The hopes and dreams that they contain have been asleep.  Stuck. Shelved. Perhaps it took me awhile to realize that in their absence, I have been absent.  Stuck.  My dreams put away on a back shelf. The responsibilities of the real world, the real job, the real money, have tried their hardest to keep those nests stored away.  It has taken everything inside me to wake up and keep on going.  I promise you, I promise myself, that I am going to open the box, and leave a Daydream Nest out in the world today.  Perhaps that little piece of art will remind whoever finds it to push on through their doubts, to keep pursuing their hopes and dreams, no matter the weather.

Published in: on February 18, 2010 at 2:30 pm  Leave a Comment  

New Year, New Hope

This year slipped away so quickly.  I don’t know where it went.  It was summer, I blinked, and here we are at the start of a brand new year.  I am grateful that this time of year reminds us to take a moment and reflect on the events of the passing calender.  This was a big year for our little family, a big year for the Daydream Nest Project and a year full of big changes.  There were victories and defeats.  Days when we were on top of the world and days that we wondered if we could go on.  There were smiles, adventures, tears, thrills, accomplishments and failures. There were days brimming with love, days teeming with solitude and dissuasion.  Times of applause and encouragement and times of negativity and confusion.  We kept on going.  Kept on moving forward, through the good times and the bad times.  It feels good to make it to a new year.  A year full of fresh possibilities.  A year just waiting to be discovered.  New beginnings.  New hope.  This found art project is not over.  We have had a stumble or two along this journey, but there are many more dreams to be hatched.  There are still many Daydream Nests waiting to be discovered.  When leaving a nest for the start of the new year, we couldn’t think of a better place to leave a couple of dreams than New Hope.  Two Daydream Nests were left in New Hope, Pennsylvania, ready for their next adventure.  They are full of faith and dreams, and are very hopeful for the upcoming new year.

One little word…..

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life.  That word is Love.”-Sophocles.

It’s our choice, really.  To live in a world full of love and compassion, or to live in a world full of bitterness and pain.  Do we love our neighbors, do we love each other for who we are, or do we scowl and complain at every opportunity?  A world full of love.  A world full of pain.  It’s the same world.  Two entirely different outcomes.  At this time of the year, it’s more important than ever to spend a moment or two thinking about our fellow man.  Thinking about how we treat those around us.  It’s no wonder Robert Indiana chose those four simple letters when he created his sculpture.  Such a small word that can make such a huge impact on our lives.  Mr. Indiana made sure that we could not just wander by and miss his statement.  It’s right there, bold and big, yet so uncomplicated.  If you find the Daydream Nest that I left there in New York City, I hope it reminds you to think about those four little letters for a moment or two.  I hope you choose to love.  Choose to love yourself, love your friends, love your family, heck, love the man selling the paper on the corner.   I hope that little nest inspires you to spend a moment dreaming.  Dreaming about a world filled with hopes, filled with dreams, filled with love.

Stumbling upon history……

 I love to  wander through a new city.  I don’t like to rely on guidebooks, they give away all the secrets.  I prefer to happen upon the mysteries of a new place guided by chance.  Fate.  I like to let the city speak, it is so much more interesting.  I saw a small group of people standing by an iron fence on a street corner in Philadelphia.   When I rounded the corner I was surprised to come upon a grave.  Not just anyone’s grave, but Benjamin Franklin’s grave.  Being from the west coast, I still have not gotten used to rubbing elbows with history.  The events and people that helped shape this country seem so much closer, so much more human, so much more real when you can actually see and touch them.  The history books have always made me feel that those people and events were so far away, that they were just a story.  On the east coast, I am constantly reminded of the history that surrounds us.  You cannot ignore it, you cannot help but be moved by it.  Right here in front of me lies Benjamin Franklin, his wife Deborah, and his four year old son.  Suddenly you realize that he was very human, very vulnerable, an amazing man, and a total dreamer.  He came to Philadelphia with hopes of a better life, with only the clothes on his back, and a dream.   Mr. Franklin not only became an American icon but also left behind foundations on which this country was built.  A crowd is gathered here, on a random day, at a random time of day, more than 200 years after his death, paying tribute to this great dreamer.  The Daydream Nest had to be left there on his gravestone, amid the pennies his admirers leave for him.  He embodies so much of our great American spirit, the possibilities that are open to us if we dream, and work hard for those dreams.  Benjamin Franklin said “Hide not your talents. They for use were made. What’s a sundial in the shade?”  Thank you, Mr. Franklin, for reminding us to use our gifts, and dream big.

Published in: on November 16, 2009 at 8:00 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Big Braeburn…..

radio cityThe Daydream Nest Project has officially made it to the Big Apple.  Our little adventure is coming full circle,  we started in Washington State, famous for it’s apples.  I personally come from long family tradition of apple growers.  It’s a long way from the orchard to where I’m standing now.  There’s not a tree in sight.  We have made it all the way to this great big city, a city famous for, well….not apples.  For centuries, people have come to New York City, with stars in their eyes, and dreams in their heart.  Actors, writers, models, singers, musicians, comedians, artists, businesspeople, immigrants, chefs, they have all aspired to make it big in the biggest apple of all, New York, New York.  How many dreams have lapped at the shores of this concrete island?  How many people have made their way here, full of hope, full of faith?  People of all different backgrounds have come, heck, they still come, with dreams of making it big.  When someone really wants to succeed, to take on the  world, where do they head to?  Right here.  People have given up everything they’ve had, everything they’ve known, to take a chance on this city.   I must say, I’m no exception.  For years, I have set my sights on this city, yearning for the opportunities that it has to offer.  They call this city the Big Apple.  If I had to label it, I would call the metropolis a Braeburn apple.  Described as an apple with a  rich, sweet-tart, spicy flavor that is high-impact. Hmmm, the Big Braeburn?  This city is definitely rich, teeming with life, you can’t avoid it.  Certainly spicy, it’s a bubbling boiling pot of sounds, smells, and attitudes. Most of all, it’s sweet-tart.  This town is not all that sweet, but as so many of us dream, if you mix in a bit of sugar, you just might come out with a glorious piece of the pie.  When someone finds their Daydream Nest here, I hope they will share with us what brought them to this city full of dreams.  I hope that little nest, sitting out there in it’s concrete orchard, inspires them to add a bit of sugar, and keep on cooking.

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness……or, nest #60!

DSC01797After a week of negative energy, self-doubting and nearly letting the naysayers bring me down, I needed Daydream Nest number 60 to be left in a place that stood for everything this project is about.  To me, the heart of this project is simple.  Heck, it’s one of the most famous phrases in our Declaration of Independence.  Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  The freedom to follow you dreams, a life free to choose who and what you want to be, and the freedom to find your bliss.  We are all different, thank goodness. Our dreams are vast and unique.  Some dream to work on the top floor of an office, some dream of opening a coffee shop and serving up a perfect frothy espresso, some dream of bouncing a giggling baby on their knee.  Some dreams are grand, and some dreams are quite simple. Everyone’s dream is equally important.  If someone is striving to be what they want to be, whatever that is, I cherish them.  This project is for them.  It isn’t easy to stick to your path and make your dreams a reality.  There are people along the journey that have forgotten their passion, given up on dreaming.  This project is for them, too.  Benjamin Franklin said, “The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.”  Don’t give up.  Don’t give in.   Nest number 60 lies near a symbol of what this country was founded on, The Liberty Bell.  If you find Daydream Nest number 60, remember, we aren’t perfect, we all stumble along the way.  Geez, even the bell got a crack, but it kept on ringing.

Nest #59, did you see it coming?

DSC02147The sign offers clarity, insight and peace of mind.  A few things I wouldn’t mind having a bit more of these days.  Ahh, peace of mind.  I’d give a twenty spot for some of that.  Maybe it’s the weather, the realization that the carefree days of summer have passed, maybe it’s just that nagging self-doubt creeping on in, but I could use some insight right about now.  I am being suffocated by conformists.  It’s hard to breath, I’m choking on their negativity.  I now fully understand that there are people, sadly some quite close to me, who do not want me, or anyone I presume, to follow their dreams.  They find it silly.  Useless.  Unsound.  It is not the proper, conventional, prudent way to conduct one’s life, one’s business.  They find a life full of money much more valuable than a life full of experiences.  A stable, reasonable job, perhaps one in a grocery store, or the nearest office, would suit me far better than these silly dreams of mine.  Of course, it would be so much easier to just give in.  Sit down.  Shut up.  Collect that weekly paycheck.  I just can’t take the easy way out.  It is taking every bit of clarity I can muster to keep on going.  Keep on writing.  Keep on creating.  Keep on dreaming.  No, I didn’t see it creeping up on me, but I’m gonna be looking behind my back, and running against the wind.