Morning Walk in Narnia

Yesterday, I discovered a portal. It was cut in along the sea, slippery with mud from the evening’s rain and overgrown with plants playing shadow puppets.

The sun was barely able to peek through at first, making the path nearly indiscernible. So, I followed the shreds of light with hope of learning the secret of this land.

Atop the hills, I found the sun cresting the horizon and illuminating my perspective.

Then, the light became so bright that shapes began to shift, and I found myself racing down a rocky path toward the voice of the surf and the call of Tui birds.

To my amazement and delight, I had crossed over into the Land of Narnia.

I was walking, running and soaking in the very places I had seen in a dream.

Even the waters seemed magical, filled with hope and whirling toward me like they were dancing.

But the spinning was replaced by a dim fog and the outline of familiar things.

I asked a tree which way to go and he pointed me back through the blurry portal from Narnia to reality.

As I blinked and got my bearings, I saw the houses of Hahei in the distance, bright with morning and waking from their own dreams. They had no idea the adventure I had just been on.

Here’s hoping each day you see where your dreams take you. You may be happily surprised.