What did your mother dream of, when you were but a thought in her mind? A bud waiting to blossom within her? What desires did she have on your behalf? What world did she want you to grow up in?
What did you dream of, as a little girl? What whimsies tickled your mind and set your imagination soaring? What secrets did the wind whisper in your young ears? What did your eyes, sharper with youth, see and discover?
What did you dream of, as a young maiden? What longings caught your breath, flushed your cheeks, and set your heart to racing? What passions stirred your mind and carried you to new horizons?
What did you dream of, as a new mother? What fears and hopes did you hold within you, embodied in a precious seed? What did the world look like, seen...
The following reflection comes from a quick 20-minute writing break shared with a dear friend as we sat outside a cafe and pondered the above quote.
I walk down the path of my heart’s longing and see the universe part before me, openings upon openings, nothing but the vastness of my own imagination and passion before me. I am my own Moses. I am my own God. I am my own Noah, and I am my own ark. But in the whisper underneath my breath, beneath my long lithe limbs-turned-wings, entangled in my sun-kissed hair, submerged in flowing water, carried along the green wind…in that whisper I hear the chorus of humanity, the songs of those that came before and the sweet hums of those waiting for their turn upon the stage.