There’s an old expression about where dreams go to die. There’s a Girl (that’s me) that wakes up and morns the loss of sleeping dreams. That has seen so much waking love fall and tumble down the mountain side. So much love while asleep. I spent years looking for a place to call home, a place to be creative, cats, and friends who love me. So much time saying no this is wrong, but not knowing how to feel right.
There’s a little game I started playing this weekend. I’m going to the place where my dreams come alive. To that little locket I keep locked up tight; that I close up tight when I open my eyes. I want to wake up and leave the locket of dreams open.
In the locket lies a hungry peace, a need for creativity and expression. And dreams, so many dreams.
There’s an old expression to “Follow your dreams.” I remember in university saying “You don’t want me to follow mine."
But they’re changing there are more and more that I long to follow and see them turn into real events.
It started by dreaming of a theatre company. And creating a name for one.
This weekend I was able to support friends at a poetry reading. Only to be supported twice in return. By having a friend at a poetry reading grab my hand and say “you’re next Frosty.” And knowing that I’ve already told stories, I’ve written, to audiences. It continued by going to Zumba and knowing that I believe and support my friends ability to create a successful event.
No jealousy, no self hate.
I can open up that locket and see what I’ve locked inside for the past 30 years. Happiness, future, alive: all words that will shine in the next couple days.
There’s a feeling of excitement with this idea, when I write a few lines and walk around the apartment to let it become real, feel it, breath it.
It’s going to take me a few weeks to master it and figure out how to do it; how to wake up and be alive, how to live dreams ,and make dreams come true, when I’m wide awake.