Calling out to me, I hear their whispers in my living.
Day and night they speak to me.
Vividly I See *different*, yet I question the specifics.
Dreams are a funny thing.
They can jolt you out of a sound sleep with affirmation of purpose.
And they can send us reeling with confusion over the unknown.
Dreams just don't seem to make sense sometimes.
Yet, we know with every ounce of who we are that they were planted deep inside our soul.
Vivid colors splash across my life.
Brush strokes of Joy and Peace from heartache and pain
--always from pain.
Colors so pronounced that the boldest, most vivid moments cannot be ignored. They point to a vulnerability that is just so necessary.
Over time, we learn to receive those dreams with courage.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."