I don’t know how…but that can’t stop me

I don’t know how to be the thing that I’d love to be, the person who writes and moves you with my words.  Maybe because I’m not you.  But I know that as a reader, I love to read the words from an author who can reach into my soul and make me feel, make me believe that there is something bolder or grander than the walls that limit my current vision.  That is the author I wish to be.

But because I don’t know how to be that person, that finished product, I can’t let it stop me from trying.  And in trying, may be I will grow and one day move….move in a right and fun and positive way.  Hmmmm.  I would hate to move you to tears, tap shoes would be far more fun!

What are your dreams?  And why have you…or haven’t you follewed them?  What draws you in to the pursuit with abandon?  What shades have drawn that keep you questioning if the dreams are worth of you following.  …Why do I ask so many questions?  May be that’s why I don’t have the answers yet.  I don’t know.  I could probably debate both sides.

I wrote this the other day…I hope you enjoy.

i daydream

The space between thoughts

where my mind drifts and wanders

in rambling paths between here and yesterday

i seek…not knowing what for

i wander, with purpose but not direction

tired of chasing, i think i’ll sit and wait awhile may be more and maybe

just enjoy and embrace the beauty before me

and daydream

opening to find what comes up …. before

and within me