Inspiration

A friend I have known for 12 years just told me that she had always dreamed of writing books. We have a close friendship (in my estimation) but I did not know that about her. Often so much of our interaction with others involves temporal matters and we do not talk about our hopes and desires for our life.

I just finished reading The Alchemist. My sister Bethany gave it to me as a gift like 5 years ago and I had never read it. A few weeks ago I piled all of the books I own that I have not read on my nightstand (there are like 20). Some I have started to read and never finished because they do not interest me. Others, like this one, I have just been putting off reading. Now that I am done with school I am going to read all of those books, even the ones I did not initially care for...no books left behind!

The Alchemist talks about how everyone has a Personal Legend that they must accomplish in order to have fulfilled their destiny. In the book children know what their Personal Legends are, what they dream of doing and becoming in their lifetimes. But throughout life other people and experiences tell them that those dreams are not possible and they wind up not fullfilling their life's purpose. Although this was technically fiction, I thought it was really thought-provoking.

Do you remember the dreams you had for your life as a child? Are you pursuing them? Have them come true? If not, did you let go of your dreams or just make new dreams?

Dream a little dream

I am a dreamer. I have several dreams that I at least partially remember every night. Although repeating them to another person is a good idea in theory, something always gets lost in translation. It is difficult to relay the vividness of a dream, the intentions and feelings, to another person.

I think this also applies to dreams we have while we are awake. Sometimes a real-life dream is shared with another person and they are not able to support the dream, listing instead what could go wrong, or reasons to not pursue the dream. That's ok, it is not their dream- it is mine alone, to do with what I choose...

I am cutting this short because I need to take Sir Spencer Rooney to the vet for a shot. I wonder what he dreams about. I love when he sleeps and makes little puppy noises like he is reunited with his doggy mother or something.

Speaking of....

I am from a family of nappers. One of my earliest memories is of standing beside my parents' bed watching them sleep. My mother's idea of a perfect day off is to sleep in and stay in her pajamas all day.
The carpet in the living room of my parents' house is plush and soft. My siblings and I have taken many naps on that carpet, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. In August Jon, Spencer, Dalia and I laid blankets and pillows down on that floor and napped while dinner was being made.
Yawning now...more to come on this subject.
Must
sleep.
RVW