Hi Dear Readers, I have not posted a blog in awhile because this month I have been really busy going to book events. It has been a great month of meeting people, reading from my book, participating on panels, and increasing my sales. I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. But now I need to rest a tiny bit and then turn my focus back to writing.. In the meantime, here is a poem I wrote a few years ago. Shortly after writing this, I signed a contract with a publisher.
In My Dreams
In my dreams I fly – in and out of windows, above mountains, between trees.
I don’t need wings to carry me.
I fly because I am light and free.
In my dreams.
In my dreams, I swim in deep, blue waters.
I jump off cliffs into the waiting ocean.
I rise to the surface and keep on going, up, up!
Right up to the sky.
I fly at night, the stars and moon lighting my way.
In my dreams, I am the leader of important causes.
I speak truth to power.
I bring healing to the hurt.
Food to the hungry.
Justice to the oppressed.
In my dreams, I make a difference.
What I do matters.
I am making the world a better place.
I will be remembered for what I have done.
In my dreams.
In my waking life, I do laundry.
I sweep, dust and vacuum.
I shop. I cook. I eat. I sleep.
I drink lots of coffee and not enough wine.
I take care of my mother.
I babysit for my grandchildren.
I go for walks with my husband.
I watch TV. I read.
Sometimes I even write.
In my waking life.
I tend my garden.
I watch the sunset.
I think great thoughts.
And I long to be the person in my dreams.
I long to do the things that matter;
To make a difference -
To know that in some way the world is better because I was here.
In my dreams, there is no question about this.
I am a person who can fly.
That is proof enough.
But in my waking life,
I measure my importance in small things -
A word of gratitude from my mother.
A smile when my grandson sees me at the door.
My husband’s warm embrace.
This is my real life - the life that says
“You are no different from anyone else.
You can not fly. You are earthbound;
tied to the earth by those you love.”
And sometimes, not very often, but oh so gloriously,
I feel myself rising to the sky on wings of joy
and, oh yes, I am awake!
This is my real life too.