I am a dreamer – an incurable one.
I have never felt like I belong, or that I am where I am meant to be. Never. When I was a kid, I often sat contemplating, dreaming and imagining what existed beyond the desolate fields of the prairie town in which I lived. Beyond captured my imagination and grabbed hold of my soul, and as though it knew what I needed, it was always whispering, calling. In stillness and chaos, I could hear it. Silently I carried those whispers like fuel and found solace in the step I knew I would one day take. Even then, I understood that I was destined to harbour an ache and long for the unknown, but for reasons, I couldn’t quite understand. I just knew that Beyond offered something necessary and that listening was vital to my well-being – it was what would save me.