Dreaming Out Loud
I know at times I’m a terrible dreamer.
Some days this is more true than others. On my good days that inner voice, the one that tells me I need to stay grounded in reality and not let myself get too far ahead of what I can “see”, is just a quiet whisper on the breeze. On my bad days that voice is like thunder. And on those in-between days, which can seem as infrequent as leap year or a blue moon, the coast is clear without a cloud in the sky and I can see all the way out to the edge of the horizon (and perhaps a bit beyond it).
Our dreams touch on our innermost, secret selves. It takes courage to . . . Continue Reading
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