Finishing my breakfast I headed into my emails and came across this one and when I got through to the part Dreams don't expire, I began to tear up. A couple of teardrops and then a good cry. As my mind wandered no specifically named dream showed up...but I know there is more. This really hit home. Thank you.
Piecing together a dream (which I cant’t fully identify) seems like a snowball getting bigger and bigger. I decided to get back to drawing and sewing. First, I bought pencils, good paper. Then, I started looking at sewing patterns. I discovered they are not for me. Good to know. If I use a pattern, it will be my own. I recalled my interest in textures and purchased an encyclopedia of textiles. Reading that book is igniting my creativity. I’m on a slow road, enjoying every step of the way.
There truly is something magical about baking bread, especially. And thank you for pointing out that we all have lots of dreams, some that appear mundane and others that appear more pivotal, and yet every dream reclaimed is magical.
Finishing my breakfast I headed into my emails and came across this one and when I got through to the part Dreams don't expire, I began to tear up. A couple of teardrops and then a good cry. As my mind wandered no specifically named dream showed up...but I know there is more. This really hit home. Thank you.
That kind of cry is sacred. The ones that come without a named reason, just a knowing.
You don’t need a clearly labeled dream yet. The fact that your body responded tells you something inside is waking up.
“ I know there is more ” is not small. That’s the doorway.
Don’t rush to define it. Let it simmer. Let it breathe. The clarity will come when it’s ready.
I’m really glad it reached you this way. Truly.
Piecing together a dream (which I cant’t fully identify) seems like a snowball getting bigger and bigger. I decided to get back to drawing and sewing. First, I bought pencils, good paper. Then, I started looking at sewing patterns. I discovered they are not for me. Good to know. If I use a pattern, it will be my own. I recalled my interest in textures and purchased an encyclopedia of textiles. Reading that book is igniting my creativity. I’m on a slow road, enjoying every step of the way.
Oh, I absolutely get how this could be such a draw… another form of expression. And another form of nurturing.
There truly is something magical about baking bread, especially. And thank you for pointing out that we all have lots of dreams, some that appear mundane and others that appear more pivotal, and yet every dream reclaimed is magical.