Be A Dreamer...

Be A Dreamer

Dare to dream,

for dreamers see tomorrow. 

Dare to make a wish,

for wishing makes way for hope,

and hope is what keeps us all alive. 

Dare to reach out

for the things no one else can see. 

Be unafraid to see what 

others cannot. 

Believe in your heart

and in your own goodness,

for in doing so others will believe in them, too. 

Believe in magic,

because life is full of it. 

Bur most of all,

believe in yourself...

because within you lies all of the magic,

the hope, the love,

and the dreams of tomorrow.

- Ron Cristian

singing in the shower

First of all, 'Happy 2011, everyone!'

I am very excited for 2011... 2010 was a big year for us all, and I was only just sharing with a friend earlier today that 2010 has been quite exhausting. This past year has felt like we have been slowly ripping off a plaster, uncertain of whether it is the right time to come off or not, which has been a slow and tiring process. I have a good feeling, though, that the year ahead of us is going to be the year of significant shifts, change, and decision-making. Unlike 2010, we're going to know exactly when it is time to rip off this plaster and we're going to do it quickly! Lots of changes and plenty of beautifully glorious growth; stay positive... :-)

And now something to share...

I was blessed to be able to share festive celebrations this year with some amazingly generous friends and their three, beautiful young children. The youngest of the three allowed me to share her bathroom with her during my stay, and my first morning, I moved through my daily shower routine, which includes plenty of singing at the top of my lungs...

Walking into the bathroom for me is somewhat parallel to Pavlov's classical conditioning theory; the 'tick of the metronome' is my 'closing-of-the-bathroom-door' equivalent, and where Pavlov's dogs salivate, I sing.

I have always sung in the shower, and magicmaree has once reflected to me - reminding me, as I was moving through a bit of a 'lull', to begin singing in the shower again - that my angels enjoy listening to me sing, too. The sound of me radiating my joy and love to whoever can hear.

Needless to say, my first morning in (Lily's) bathroom was filled with song, and as I opened the door to leave, Lily was sitting in her chair, opposite the doorway, having participated as my 'audience' for the entire duration of my bathroom routine.

From then on, each morning, I would be followed to the bathroom, and if I were to ever stop singing for a moment in time, I would be prompted with some light, sweet humming outside the bathroom door, reminding me that my 'audience' was waiting...

I loved our little ritual, and I took this as a beautifully illustrated reminder from my angels of how much the joy of one person can so simply inspire and touch another.

 

... sing as though no one is listening
(even though we'd all love to hear you) ...