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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Working on a Dream......

Dreams....the stuff that good lyrics are made of...

Whether we're chasing a dream, living a dream or dreaming a dream....we all have them. They are those little nuggets of hope and fantasy that comfort us when we need comforted, shelter us when we need sheltered and woo us when we need wooed. Our dreams are what our futures are made of....long before we live them. Songwriters and poets write about them in ways that keep us dreaming. Lovers and friends share them in ways that keep them alive. And, we, the keepers of our own dreams, tuck them deep in the crevices of our hearts--ready and waiting to be plucked out when we find the bravery, the courage or just that right moment to make them a reality. Dreams...they whisper to us, they sing to us, they shout out to us and they keep us dancing to the tunes they play in our head. In the words of the great Bruce about a dream, try to make it real.

Dreams, they have a way of sweeping us up into them and luring us down pathways and rising us above the everyday humming of our existence. They are like index fingers silently motioning to us..."come here.." They make us wander a little longer, nudge up to our loved ones a little softer and doodle on notebook pages with fancy flourishes. They are the secret tales of our souls, the silent songs of our hearts and the colorful paintings of our minds. They catch us off guard when we are aren't looking and they find their way to our door steps when we least expect it.

I've been thinking a lot of about my dreams lately. Maybe it's the coming of age thing. You know....that big 5-0 that's been staring me in the face for a little over a week now. And, the only dream that I can remember with any sense of clarity is the dream of being a writer. Maybe a novelist. Maybe a smut writer. A famous one. Not just your everyday writer. Not a journalist or a poet. A wildly successful, colorful and daring woman writer with a dramatic and exciting life filled with lots of things to write about, lots of like-minded, like- spirited friends and all the time in the world to just write. My vision of me: elegantly perched in my writing studio, tucked deep in the hallways of my eclectic mansion, smoking cigarettes, sipping on good gin, wearing luxurious silk lounging outfits and outrageusly decadent shoes.....writing away. Yes, that was my dream. That and marrying Paul McCartney.

Yes, I know...I'm not living that dream. That doesn't mean I'm not working on it. Don't weep for me....I still have time. Lots of it. Paul might not. I may have outgrown my infatuation with him anyway.

What's a dream if you can't keep dreaming about it...right? I have no broken dreams. Just dreams I am still dreaming. I realize they are more than just the fantasies that I conjured up in my head as I whiled away the hours of my youth! Add all that new found wisdom to the fact that I've been blessed with some pretty insightful and inspirational friends who lead by their example and I'm finally getting it.

It's not just about reaching someplace that you once dreamed about. It's about doing something you love, sharing it, and showing the world the beauty of it through your eyes. Just like my friend Professor H.....the womanly magic behind the beautiful photos here on my blog today. Let her take you to the dreamy, beautiful, places that her dreams and her life have taken her. It's the perfect place to find what you never knew you dreamed about....
Visit her at
Rowdy Beagle Studio.

Just dream.


Eileen, Founder, Organizer, Mayor and Chief Cook And Bottle Washer of the Anger Management Girls. said...

One of my favorite quotes.
"A person is old when their memories outnumber their dreams."
I think Martin Luther King said that, believe it or not.

Daffodil Hill said...

The pictures are beautiful! Hope all of your dreams come true. : )