Standing still slowly, I look up to the sky past houses, trees and cities to see what could be. Reaching up to the clouds, a dream may slip through my fingers as the wind takes it into the heights ~ a kite in the sky, solid and real, while my feet stand firm on the ground.
Standing still slowly I can dream my dreams and weave them into my life ~
not just when the sky is blue and clear
but if skies be heavy with cloud and storm
with a change in pace, a space for rest ~
as long as the kite string twines in my hand,
I can hold fast to my dreams and smile.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
~ J.K.Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
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