A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan
Dreams are a big part of my life. In large part, because I do not sleep much due to a condition called musical hallucinations. So, it creates an abundance of stress, and actions on my part to distract myself as much as possible so the music in my brain does not totally drive me crazy…or crazier. So, when i AM able to sleep and to dream, it is wonderful. I have always loved dream interpretation and lucid dreams,, and writing down my dreams. Many, Many times, my dreams are a premonition of something soon to happen. I have visitors when I dream at times, and have learned to welcome the knowledge I gain through dreams. I love the exhilaration of power when we believe in ourselves enough to know we can make our dreams come true. I believed enough that “one day” i would own a Horse. Everyone was “yeah, they are too expensive, too much upkeep, blah, blah blah”,For far too many years, I gave up on my dream and listened to others fears. Until one day I chose to listen to my dream. Last year, i attended a habitat for horses and adopted my first horse ever. I was 48. I spent 4-5 days easily out at the stable for 4++ hours at a time. I was in pure selfish heaven. I saved this horse, learned about her, and built our trust. She has been a treasure in my life, but has turned out to be a reason or a season dream. I must relinquish her in part to some health issues. It has been devastating. But the blessing was the time I had her, our lessons we learned together on the trail, and to carry out a dream. Happy trails.