It’s the first real “sunny and clear” morning of Spring 2017 in the Pacific Northwest of America.
A day when you open the blinds and the word “unbelievable” fills your mind.
I am easing myself back into blogging.
(I may have fallen out of blog love for a while.)
A limping laptop.
Guilt as in . . . I should be spending more time cleaning . . . moving.
Perhaps a bit overwhelmed with . . . there is so much out there . . . and . . . I cannot always keep up with my visits, comments and reciprocals.
Last Sunday, Mr D and I were driving and reflecting. We saw a something . . . ( I can’t even remember what it was ) . . . whatever it was . . . it was way beyond our means. His silence . . . ( I knew what he was thinking ) . . .
What I do remember were my words of consolation to him. “It’s our wildest dreams that have given us what we cherish today.”
Then I thought of a quote by Carl Sandberg.
“Nothing happens until at first we dream!”
There is no harm in dreaming big.
. . . and it is no secret that dreams are contagious.
They can spread like wildfire!
I thought about starting over . . . changing the name of my blog.
Then I thought . . .
I write from a place filled with dreams.
A place where so many dreams have come true.
A place where Mr. D and I have propelled two amazing “American Dreams” into the world who have multiplied into seven – so – far!
“Dreams On 34th Street!”
34 is not perfection.
It’s a little place on a very “funky mix match street” where when you open the door . . . your likely to get hit by a dream.
Real not perfect.
“Who let the dreams out?”
Me . . . and YOU too!
w / L