Like everyone else, I have lots of dreams. Sometimes they don’t materialize but I always try to make them come true, and usually they do. I am not interested in material things and don’t covet that red convertible or that diamond ring. Simple does it for me!
My main dream is to feel love and peace, to be able to say at the end of my life that it was worthwhile and happy, that the good experiences balanced the less happy ones. I want to be able to say with certitude that: my life was incredibly good and absolutely worthwhile. The rest just falls in place. My Tanka here is as simple and straight forward as my dreams:
Great question. I have lots of dreams, some just fun and some with more intent and focus. For years, all I wanted was to be a puppeteer on Sesame Street. I had my own puppet (Bemmie Monster), with a fully formed personality, voice, and mannerism. Sesame Street was magic to me for as long as I can remember, and those puppets were truly my dear friends as a child. Dreams of living by the ocean or in the woods, dreams of being an Olympic figure skater, dreams of playing guitar and writing songs and traveling from coffee shop to coffee shop, or in small venues, to share the music and poetry and meet people from all walks of life, all around the world. Dreams of helping children who are marginalized.
Some of those dreams are not feasible(for example, I am a klutz and at 54 years old it is safe to say I will not be an Olympic figure skater). Some, I kind of lean toward, like I do perform my story and poems in local venues around my town. I don't live in the woods, but our new home that we are moving to in April abuts a state park, so walking in the woods will be a daily activity soon. But it's the leaning in to them, even if they don't materialize in the same way I imagined. Two summers ago, I spent a large chunk of time volunteering at a shelter for families seeking asylum. These were families coming directly from our savage detention centers, and the experience changed me. It's ok to know that the dream might be far fetched, but we can still lean in.
To be seen, to be heard, to be loved. Oh, one can do that for themselves sure, and friends are lovely, but there is the separation, the distance, a part of the heart that is kept for the one who sings to the soul.
I hope for all my loved ones to stay safe, healthy and happy. I hope to be able to support myself on work that is my heart's passion. I hope for love.
This morning on my pre-dawn walk, I glanced at the sky in time to see a falling star. It's fallen in the same area I've seen two others.....the miracle of being in the place at the right time to see that beauty stopped my breath. The synchronicity of it. I wished on it.
My dream is to one day publish the book I wrote.
My hope is that CPTSD will become an official mental health diagnosis, so that hopefully it will be easier for people to get the help they need.
Like everyone else, I have lots of dreams. Sometimes they don’t materialize but I always try to make them come true, and usually they do. I am not interested in material things and don’t covet that red convertible or that diamond ring. Simple does it for me!
My main dream is to feel love and peace, to be able to say at the end of my life that it was worthwhile and happy, that the good experiences balanced the less happy ones. I want to be able to say with certitude that: my life was incredibly good and absolutely worthwhile. The rest just falls in place. My Tanka here is as simple and straight forward as my dreams:
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my dreams are simple —
live close to nature in peace
practice compassion
love deeply and do no harm
celebrate life totally
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Great question. I have lots of dreams, some just fun and some with more intent and focus. For years, all I wanted was to be a puppeteer on Sesame Street. I had my own puppet (Bemmie Monster), with a fully formed personality, voice, and mannerism. Sesame Street was magic to me for as long as I can remember, and those puppets were truly my dear friends as a child. Dreams of living by the ocean or in the woods, dreams of being an Olympic figure skater, dreams of playing guitar and writing songs and traveling from coffee shop to coffee shop, or in small venues, to share the music and poetry and meet people from all walks of life, all around the world. Dreams of helping children who are marginalized.
Some of those dreams are not feasible(for example, I am a klutz and at 54 years old it is safe to say I will not be an Olympic figure skater). Some, I kind of lean toward, like I do perform my story and poems in local venues around my town. I don't live in the woods, but our new home that we are moving to in April abuts a state park, so walking in the woods will be a daily activity soon. But it's the leaning in to them, even if they don't materialize in the same way I imagined. Two summers ago, I spent a large chunk of time volunteering at a shelter for families seeking asylum. These were families coming directly from our savage detention centers, and the experience changed me. It's ok to know that the dream might be far fetched, but we can still lean in.
To be seen, to be heard, to be loved. Oh, one can do that for themselves sure, and friends are lovely, but there is the separation, the distance, a part of the heart that is kept for the one who sings to the soul.
A song by oneself can be heartbreakingly lonely.
I hope for all my loved ones to stay safe, healthy and happy. I hope to be able to support myself on work that is my heart's passion. I hope for love.
This morning on my pre-dawn walk, I glanced at the sky in time to see a falling star. It's fallen in the same area I've seen two others.....the miracle of being in the place at the right time to see that beauty stopped my breath. The synchronicity of it. I wished on it.