It’s the same old house. I’m on the terrace, ready to take off on a flight, but fall. My wings have failed.
I see myself on my destination, jumping through the golden orb into a zone of bliss. Fame, wealth, peace, love all surround me.
Then, those dark corridors again…. Which take me back to the same old house, where I grew up. It has been pulled down and replaced by a new construction long since.
I’m on the terrace and look ahead. Why are those corridors dark? They fail to show the number of times I fell and got up again, the number of times I bruised my knees but found wheels to move, the number of times I dreamt of dark things, but found the power to fly again.
Tale Weaver 12.08.21 – Dream a Little Dream…
Creative Experiments and More 
The courage to fly again is a hard-fought battle and so worth the fight to find the power within.
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Thanks for endorsing that, Patricia!
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the dream chaser
son tom wants his mom
and she is no cup of his tea
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A magnificent tale of resilience and of a fighter. Thank you for sharing ♥️l
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Thank you so much, Stephanie! Hope you are enjoying your vacation 😊
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Your dream is a precursor to a life of strength and achievement.
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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