Do you ever question, why all the struggle? How much effort it takes to get things right. In our dreams it’s much easier. The price is pretty high if you want something worthwhile. It takes time, effort, and sometimes money to create the utopia we dream about. Eduardo Galeano said, “No matter how far I go, I can never reach it. What then is the purpose of utopia? It is to cause us to advance.”

What is the land of our own dreams? What does it look and sound like? What kind of life would you like to have? The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow……is that your utopia? Utopia is another name for something that isn’t real. Isn’t it okay to keep looking for what is beyond….that’s what motivates our dreams and our imaginations. We only know what we can truly imagine. And if you can’t visualize it, some of it will never happen. Dreaming of utopia has created great art. Utopia is looking at something that does not exist. Pursuing the dream may make it happen. You get a million dollars by saving and investing a dollar at a time. Money is just like us, it has to grow but it won’t if you don’t picture a plan.

If you want to reach the top of the mountain you can’t focus on the peak. You have to live with the struggle climbing over the small rocks one at a time and while you’re climbing you have to say, this is about as good as life is going to get. You can’t escape the anxiety and struggle.

But you must have a utopia in order to make the land of your dreams.

Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh why can’t I.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I’ve heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops,
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I.

Harold Arlen song “Somewhere Over The Rainbow”….1939, The Wizard of Oz.
Excerpts from Jay Leach sermon, “Biblical Utopias & The Land of Our Own Dreams,” Unitarian Universalist Church, 2/24/13

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