I remember when my father talked of building a lighthouse in the desert, and the glimmer in his eyes. The crazier the idea, the brighter the glimmer. It would be the only lighthouse for miles, and he'd live in it. Of course, I would have lived in it too, as would my sister. We were still young and living with Dad when he had the lighthouse idea. But it wasn't really about us, it was about him. We were simply along for the ride.
He didn't just tell us to follow our own paths in life, he exemplified the idea. He left a stable career he felt was no longer for him, packed up all we owned, and moved west. He's built many things over the years, even houses, but not a lighthouse, not yet.
I wonder if he remembers the dream of a desert lighthouse. I hope so. Perhaps he's laying the foundation right now, as I type. It is possible. The dream is beautiful, but the action makes all the difference.
Pearl brought back this memory. He has me thinking about dreams and actions. Have you seen A Man Named Pearl? If not, you should.