Weaving Dreams

I had intended on a short note; one conveying my desire to watch her eat an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. In my mind I could see her giggle as she raced to keep up with its melting; artfully dodging it dripping onto her hand.  I felt both amused and warmed, watching in my way. I realized by indulging in such a fantasy; conjecturing in such playfulness, what occurred was a melting of my heart. I also realized this attitude was nothing new; dreamers share their vision of what could be. 

So I wrote on the industry of weaving dreams ~ 

    Some people keep their life dream secret; so well hidden, that they forgot where they hid them; and too often think they have been lost.

Others take them out reverently in private, blowing off the dusk while turning them around slowly in the palm of their hand, admiring the delicate sparkling facets; totally amazed that after all these years it still enchanted them so deeply. Then, gingerly, they put them quietly away for safekeeping.

There are those few stouthearted adventurers, oft seen as foolish souls, who take a different approach.  They live as if they don't have time to waste. They make their dreams a priority and do not entertain anything that would delay or hinder their achievement. They are the ones that notice, as they get closer to their destination, the changing view. Not far from what they expected, but rather the dream had grown in height and girth; they are most often, pleasantly surprised.

   Dreams can be, or not be, a place, or experience.  What makes a dream special is the thrilling luster it invokes on our hearts.  The breathless event, when it arrives, catapults us back to our youthful wonder when we first imagined our dream.

Genuine dreams do not rust; they do not die; and they can never be stolen, as some would claim.  No, dreams are alive in us; because they were born from us, and that energy cannot be undone.  They do grow; much like adults from children who proceed past gangly or awkward when they were saplings. The dreams we make can also do something magical ~ they can make dreams of their own.  

In many cases the dream of dreams can be said to have a constant similarity ~ no matter who has them, or how detailed they can become.  One common thread that binds dreams together, as if they were a cosmic tapestry, remains constant to observe. In the dream of dreams, it remains ever true; a definable, predictable, element is always present; you.