Passions and dreams. Daydream images. At least they were. Now they’re real. Why now? I’ve decided. My dreams have been there forever, I know them well, I always have, but have never given them life. Those intangible dreams will be no longer.
My time’s now, I sense that deeply. As I try to determine what it is about now that means it’s right, it’s clear that it’s because my life has been turned on its head. Colours have altered, shapes have morphed, unrecognisable, and that’s a good thing. There’s more fluidity, I’m embracing both the dramatic change and the subtle shifts. Change is not going to ‘happen’ to me, I am going to respond and adjust to what intuitive directions I‘d like to go.
With strong intuition accompanying me through life, I’ve allowed instinct to dim, chosen to neglect it, turning away and taking small glances back. Its difficult to ignore, volume increases, until it’s deafening. That was my experience anyway. Living towards your dreams is listening, hearing that deep part of your soul that speaks so calmly but surely. It knows the way.
Glancing back, there were vivid signs, which I questioned and cast off as coincidence. In hindsight they were huge rainbow flags that I had lost my way, and the signs showed me clearly why.
I’m stronger, happier and more confident than I have been for a very long time, creating the perfect opportunity to pursue my dreams with the imagination I had as a little girl, when everything felt possible. My dreams are centred around my craving to create, a whole collection of genres, and I want to explore all of them without limitation.
Alongside creativity is exploration. Travel. My dreams include extensive journeying to far flung places to fuel imagination, to broaden the story. Purpose. There has to be purpose. Contribution. What can I add while away and what can that translate to once home?
So there it is, pretty simple, creating, travelling, contributing. My dreams x
