Roaming Dreams.
Balloons, dreams and more.
This year my dream for myself is to be present and savor what is rather than what might be. I say dream, because dreams have a unique way of lifting us up as we lift them up.
But dreams can also be fleeting.
Responsibilities can carry them away. Doubt can make them seem too grand. And disappointment can steal our zeal.
So I’m dreaming with clenched fists that keep my aspirations from slipping between my intentions. With tension and tenderness, I’m dreaming of a present me in a beautiful now.
Creating is messy.
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Work on making others feel seen.
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Community is not without action.
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Let them dreams know what happens when the street lights come on, Jamal! Bring em on home
The balloon! Have you seen Up?
My son and I love that movie. Your poem and visual reminded me of it!