Inspiration Friday

My Dreams/Your Dreams Are Not Negotiable !

Dreams Are Not Negotiable 

Dreams. Our birthright. They drive us, move us. They fire us from the depths of our souls to create the beautiful the magnificent the impossible. They push you to go further. And through our dreams, we can even change reality.

But know this my friend. Your dreams will be tested. For the naysayers, the doubt instillers and the fear-mongers await you at every corner. Ready to push you down, to hold you back, and no sooner as you get back to your feet they will force you into a corner silence your voice and into your ear they will whisper… “You’re weak. You can’t do it”

So hold your ground. Don’t demote your dreams to the past tense. Fight! Fight for what is rightfully yours. For you are the architect of your future, and your dreams are the blueprint. But fight not with bow and arrow, and sword and shield. Fight the only way you know how, fight with love. For there is no power greater and it is love that makes us who we are.

So should our eyes meet amidst the chaos and confusion… Allow yourself to shine. For when I see you smile from beyond the ruins, you give me permission to believe that I too can dream. So be my muse and I will be your performer, and together… Let’s dance across the rubble Play music in the silence Create art from beyond the void And together we will be liberated of our fears.

Your dreams are not to be trifled with. It is a contract you have signed and it is not negotiable. To dream is your birthright. Live. Love. Dream.

Written by Adam Zain

signs of spring

Finally, it appears spring is now a resident and not a visitor. Can't tell you how ready I am for this, the warmth on the skin and sunny days are a welcome sight. I walked to the store yesterday and the air was still a bit chilly to my liking, but not complaining, really I'm not. I am ready to plant a few flowers and get my fishpond cleaned and running. Plant a few tomatoes, clean my herb garden, and maybe find some new farmer's markets this summer and buy some fresh fruits and veggies and put in the freezer this year

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I stopped by Hobby Lobby yesterday to pick up some glue for my journal and saw this sweet sofa. I just love the upholstery.

And then...there was this book full of inspiration.

I am going to use this curtain as inspiration to make a shower curtian.

 

Photo by spbm

Inspiration

Do you ever have days when everything feels and looks square but the world is round and nothing fits? Today I found this beautiful poem by Maya Stein on Patti Digh's blog, and if you are not familiar with her or her writing, check her out. I have one of her books and I find myself picking it up several times a week, finding much needed inspiration.

I want the water to fill your glass the moment
it sees your thirst.
I want the staircase to meet your footfalls.
I want the line to the freeway to move like breath.
I want the wind flattering your hairline, the rainshower
a welcome refreshment. I want the parking space to fit your car.
I want the birds on your back deck to warble in the exact way
they did during your childhood. I want the photographs
of all your holiday dinners buzzing with a certain unnamable
happiness. I want the dry cleaners to understand
your outrageous requests.
I want the man calling your house to survey
your thoughts on phone companies to remember
the evening is precious as silk. I want your new jeans to not
come undone in the wash. I want snow to land on your eyelashes
like it does in the movies, an etheric, slow-moving kiss.
I want a letter to arrive the moment
you feel most unwelcome of your own company.
I want the scent of lemons in the air. I want the power lines
overshadowed by the view your neighborhood offers at twilight.
I want the downtown ice rink to keep your fantasies aloft.
I want the moon to articulate your most punishing silence.
I want the willow tree revived and teeming, the broken daisies
resurrected and obstinate with brightness.
I want the labyrinth of what ifs narrowed
to a single, poignant sentence.
I want the tulips to be wild as clover, as fog, as good intentions.
I want your heart to cut through its own brutality,
for your body to see everything about you that’s beautiful.
I want love to come at you in thick pats of butter,
in strands of spun sugar, heavy and light as cream.
I want it to bathe your skin until you are nothing
but forgiveness, until your shadows have disappeared,
until all of your perfect right angles have collapsed,
until you are a curve of a curve,
and your hands slide forward and open
and are able, at last, to feel everything.
-Maya Stein

creating reality

Hello Everyone!

Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I had the family funeral to attend, relatives visiting, then was in Kentucky. I head to Indiana on Thursday, and will be back by Saturday. I have missed you all and will check in as soon as I can.

Hope everyone is doing well !!!

XOXOXO