flying without wings
through the air
through the trees
through a cloud
over the pond
glimpse the frog
land on a log
flying side by side with lady dragonfly
turning stones in the creek
scoop one up and fly it home
fly so fast
land on land at last
Dreaming.
circling is my pencil
cycling my feet
spinning for joy
walking – peace
twirling for fun
digging in the creek- to discover stone treasures underneath
climbing mountains to breathe in the view
hiking to explore
swimming in the ocean my body is alive
Flying without wings – a dream achieved
Don’t worry about …
the hand me downs worn until too tight
or the education they never believed you deserved
Don’t worry about …
the acknowledgement of any of your achievements you never received
or the way you were told to stay in your room until a month had passed
you’re free now — you’re the only one holding yourself back
You are free now …
to do as you please
to live your dream
to fly above the clouds
to shine your light so bright
to believe in the person you are and always were meant to be
trust God who knows all and remember to quit holding on so tightly.
Anita Adams 10/2018
A note card sits on my desk. Its message reads Only when she stopped hanging on so tightly did she begin to fly.
It serves as a reminder to me that my dreams, deserve my attention. The dream is much like a seed planted in rich soil. It requires enough water and sunshine to grow, enough love to see it through. Oxygen and breath are also a necessity. As well as, some thoughtful pruning to bring it to fruition.
Dreams will bloom just like the seed planted carefully in the soil. Imagine a blue bird with gold seeds on its back. These seeds carry in them specific dreams unique for each of us.
Look for the gold seed. In it, is your dream. Plant it and watch it grow into the dream you’ve always known. Time to fly. Dream within our hearts. Dream within our souls.
©Anita Adams 2018
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