Call me a Dreamer

Some call me a dreamer, as if it were an insult. Damn fucking straight I’m a dreamer. Dreams are what I’m made of. Dreams are the potions and lotions and herbal infusions and healing salves that have pulled me up and out the darkness time and time again.

Dreams are the messengers, oracles, prophetesses, angels, guides, totems, helpers, familiars…that make my soul come alive, fully inside my earthly body, in real time. Dreaming is not something I merely do while sleeping. Dreams are what keep me questioning, evolving, trusting, believing. Dreams are the fuel that keep me going deeper and higher and further and beyond, both inward and outward. Dreaming is my both my pathway and reason for being. 

Don’t forget the path that was meant for you and you alone. Don’t forget it’s 💯 ok to get lost. In fact, I recommend it. Pretty damn sure you can’t avoid it. We all reach those crossroads. Do we go left or right? WTF knows? All we can do is choose and try and keep going and find out and turn around if we have to.

Don’t forget you can fly and land and choose to stay or go. Don’t forget it’s ok to not know. Maybe even try getting super duper comfy cozy with the unknown and the unknowable. Don’t forget, it’s these in between, ineffable moments that hold all the magic.  

Don’t forget that every single moment of your life you have an opportunity to be someone’s Earth Angel and spread your own particular form of magic. Don’t forget to dream big and dream in color, not just in your sleeping but in your waking too.

The world needs you. Uniquely you, unmatched, with wings on the back of your beautiful heart.  

Dream on and on and on till the break of dawn. 🪽🫀🪽 

I ♥️ YOU