Where are the shamans?

I am reading The Horse Boy and the author and his family have just arrived in Mongolia to take a spiritual & healing trek. Upon arrival they are escorted to their hotel room in a city and this is the author's observation:

"I don't know quite how I had pictured our arrival in Mongolia. Straight off the plane and onto the steppe I guess, with caparisoned horses waiting for us just beyond the baggage claim, smiling nomads cheering us, shamans dancing and drumming, eagles circling in the sky, the horses, cattle, sheep, goats, and yaks doing some kind of Broadway number in the background and the wolves and bears of the mountain accompanying on sax and trombone. Something along those lines.
Certainly not sitting in a second-rate hotel room (though I could tell that this was upper-end, with its plush red nylon pile carpet)..."

As I read these lines it hit me - that's what happens when we start to live our dreams. We find the discord between our dreams and the now. We have to step into the space that leads us toward our dreams and be willing to do what it takes to finally reach our goals.

Often times the journey doesn't look like it did in our dream. We encounter people and obstacles we didn't foresee. We have to take step we didn't plan. But if we continue forward we discover so much. We have new experiences and learn new skills. And we live a journey we never could have imagined. And this journey is what gives us the ability to reach our goals and live our dreams. This journey makes us into the people we need to be in order to live the life we imagine.