September 8, 2014
This morning, as darkness retreated and light beamed up from the approaching sun, a dim star twinkled on the horizon reminding me of my dream- visible, yet so far away.
But I knew it’s disappearance was a mirage; it was still there……
behind the dawn.
Will I ever catch my dreams?
I am a creator.
the expression of this in a compensatory fashion has thus far eluded me. But I am older now, I’ve jumped the hurdles, in a stumbling way, and gained more confidence with each jump.It doesn’t matter anymore, so much, what people think. I am finding my voice. Writing gives my creativity breath.
Each breath filling me with peace…
like the perfect meditation.
There are doubts h o v e r i n g around me, like that 8 year old boy with the candle snuffer, threatening to break my meditation.There are also gems, encouraging me with their kind words-
I have reached a milestone, one hundred followers on my blog!!!
I can hardly believe it. This may not seem like much to you experienced screen people, but to me it is huge.
Two months ago, I knew nothing of facebook…. and blogging?
It was a foreign language.
I was hugely disappointed when I learned, blogging was a prerequisite to getting published.
I can’t do it, I thought, my dreams evaporating.
That hurdle was ginormous, but I must breathe-
at a time
I convinced myself to try.
I LOVE it.
I LOVE it even more than chocolate-chip cookies!
The words are there,
d a n g l i n g
before my eyes, sometimes even in multiples. I wonder if the comma neuron is getting a bit too muscular as I find so many of them, in, my, writing.
Can you see your dreams?
Reach for them, my friend,
it is the only way.