When I was young I used to always fly in my dreams.
I had wings, not actual wings that you could see but I could just fly. I flew all night long, to all kind of places. For years, and years, and years, well into my twentys. When I got older I wanted to know what that meant, me flying everywhere. I read all the books on dream interpretations- it means you are trying to get out of your current status quo.
So my soaring above was a sign of my desires for leaving this small life behind and experiencing the BIG world.
Well I stayed in this big town, well not exactly I moved 10 miles north, now was that the soaring I was dreaming of? Well maybe life was showing me that you didn 't have to live BIG to live.
So here I am , 56 yrs into my small town life. What do I have to show for it? Do I still fly in my dreams? Do I still soar?
Stay tuned for the chapters of my story book.
