Once upon a time there was a girl. A girl with aspirations and dreams. Dreams of colour, of movement, of dance. Of spirit and angels and love.
As the girl grew she was taught a great many things. How to walk, how to hold herself, what to think, what to wear, how to act. The girl with the dreams kept dreaming but her dreams were now in the background and her REAL life was all around her.
Every now and then the girl would focus on her forgotten dream and in return the dream would sing to her. The dream-song was so beautiful. It sang of a life of purpose and peace. The girl tried to follow the music of her dream-song however she often lost her way and the song would fade into the background again.
After many years of this following and fading, the girl fell to her knees and wept. She wept for the dream lost. She wept for the futility of her REAL life. Her face awash with broken hearted tears, the girl gave up. Gave up trying to find balance between her dreams and her responsibilities. Gave up trying to "do the right thing" when the "right" thing felt so destruct-ably WRONG.
The girl was confused. What to do next. Which was true...The Dream or the REAL Life? Could the dream actually be the REAL life and the REAL life be the dream. The girl only knew that she now felt terribly ill. Why could she not just be supported in her dream?
Something was changing deep inside the girl. Those early lessons were being questioned. What if everything she had been taught was wrong? Who was she really? What was she left with?
The music began to play. It was the Dream-song. The song was the loudest it had ever been. Night and day it played. Sometimes the girl would feel overwhelmed by it. The music played on. The girl was still feeling so unwell. How could she follow the Dream-song now? The dream-song was relentless, it coerced her, indeed it forced her to follow it. Slowly the girl rose and began to dance.
There was no reason for her to dance. She had lost all. She had endured much hardship and there was no evidence that it would ever end, still the girl danced. As she danced she dreamed. Her dreams became larger and more spectacular. In the music of the dream-song the girl painted, her childhood link with the angels was reconnected and she was able to pass on great knowledge and comfort to others, her healing abilities were heaven sent and she used them lovingly to heal not only herself, but all those that came in contact with her...the girl began to live the dream.
Slowly but surely the girl discovered that the DREAM was indeed the REAL LIFE. The more she followed her dream-song the more her life changed for the better. In the music of the dream-song the girl was shown how to use her faith, her trust and her creativity to weave a new life for herself. One with passion, colour, dancing, truth,love and above all faith.
Now the girl writes new music for her soul everyday and by doing so the girl adds to the collective dream-song for all others. The girl is an inspiration to others who are lost in between what they know to be true and what they have been taught to follow. An inspiration to those who are afraid to to let go of falsehoods and to embrace the truth. An inspiration to those who see their immediate circumstances as dire and yet continue to hold fast to the dream. Through this commitment to the dream, knowing that what we yearn to do is our true calling... the girl dances on. Through mustering up courage and determination in the face of adversity...the girl dances on.With each dream being a new path to follow...the girl dances on.....won't you join her?
Photos Courtesy of Sharyn Williams http://sharyn-williams.squarespace.com
As the girl grew she was taught a great many things. How to walk, how to hold herself, what to think, what to wear, how to act. The girl with the dreams kept dreaming but her dreams were now in the background and her REAL life was all around her.
Every now and then the girl would focus on her forgotten dream and in return the dream would sing to her. The dream-song was so beautiful. It sang of a life of purpose and peace. The girl tried to follow the music of her dream-song however she often lost her way and the song would fade into the background again.
After many years of this following and fading, the girl fell to her knees and wept. She wept for the dream lost. She wept for the futility of her REAL life. Her face awash with broken hearted tears, the girl gave up. Gave up trying to find balance between her dreams and her responsibilities. Gave up trying to "do the right thing" when the "right" thing felt so destruct-ably WRONG.
The girl was confused. What to do next. Which was true...The Dream or the REAL Life? Could the dream actually be the REAL life and the REAL life be the dream. The girl only knew that she now felt terribly ill. Why could she not just be supported in her dream?
Something was changing deep inside the girl. Those early lessons were being questioned. What if everything she had been taught was wrong? Who was she really? What was she left with?
The music began to play. It was the Dream-song. The song was the loudest it had ever been. Night and day it played. Sometimes the girl would feel overwhelmed by it. The music played on. The girl was still feeling so unwell. How could she follow the Dream-song now? The dream-song was relentless, it coerced her, indeed it forced her to follow it. Slowly the girl rose and began to dance.
There was no reason for her to dance. She had lost all. She had endured much hardship and there was no evidence that it would ever end, still the girl danced. As she danced she dreamed. Her dreams became larger and more spectacular. In the music of the dream-song the girl painted, her childhood link with the angels was reconnected and she was able to pass on great knowledge and comfort to others, her healing abilities were heaven sent and she used them lovingly to heal not only herself, but all those that came in contact with her...the girl began to live the dream.
Slowly but surely the girl discovered that the DREAM was indeed the REAL LIFE. The more she followed her dream-song the more her life changed for the better. In the music of the dream-song the girl was shown how to use her faith, her trust and her creativity to weave a new life for herself. One with passion, colour, dancing, truth,love and above all faith.
Now the girl writes new music for her soul everyday and by doing so the girl adds to the collective dream-song for all others. The girl is an inspiration to others who are lost in between what they know to be true and what they have been taught to follow. An inspiration to those who are afraid to to let go of falsehoods and to embrace the truth. An inspiration to those who see their immediate circumstances as dire and yet continue to hold fast to the dream. Through this commitment to the dream, knowing that what we yearn to do is our true calling... the girl dances on. Through mustering up courage and determination in the face of adversity...the girl dances on.With each dream being a new path to follow...the girl dances on.....won't you join her?
Photos Courtesy of Sharyn Williams http://sharyn-williams.squarespace.com
I don't know what to say. Thank you my beautiful sister. I am so blessed to have you in my life.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful Denise and so true....and I hope the girl will keep dancing.
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful and inspiring. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDelete"The girl is an inspiration to others who are lost in between what they know to be true and what they have been taught to follow". Yes!!!
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