As a child I remember having dreams, of things I want to do, places I wanted to go to and goals I wanted to achieve. Some were wild and crazy while others were tame and downright boring and yet others were just sheer impossibilities. These dreams all shared boundless imagination, great hope and infinite optimism. These dreams brought me great joy and anticipation. But – yes there is always a but – somewhere along my journey to adulthood those dreams withered and faded into the past. It’s almost as if the passage to adulthood is the extinguishing of dreams.
My children often remind of me of my own childhood in which I find scraps of dreams lost. Inspired by them I have slowly began to piece together some of my chilcdhood dreams. In supporting my children’s dreams, I have awakened in me a drive to do the same for myself. So now I practise day dreaming regularly (I call it meditation) where anything is possible and when I am done, I plan its realisation.
28 years ago, a dear friend, Dr Khaleel Ismail told me about a mountain whose biodiversity was unmatched anywhere else. At its foothills, lay a rainforest and at it’s peak, a snow cap. I was immediately drawn to this mountain within my dreams. I dreamt of watching the sunrise on this snow capped peak. For many years I tried to realise this dream, but somehow it too faded into the black hole of lost dreams.
One fateful day in May 2011 while paging through a caxton newspaper I saw an ad for an expedition to Kilimanjaro, and I was slapped in the face by a dream that refused to be sucked into the black hole of lost dreams. I pledged there and then that I was going to do this no matter what. Just like that it was decided! On 10 September 2011 I left to find my sunrise and my dream.
Watch this space, my dream continues with a day by day account of each day as I lived it……..