The Dream

Last night I dreamed I was transported far into the future, then given the opportunity to look back and observe my life – to see how my choices affected my destiny. I awoke inspired, motivated to create the destiny I foretold.

I saw a womyn who was not afraid of life, not afraid of taking chances, not afraid of speaking out. A womyn who unabashedly taught her children not only to dream, but to follow those dreams with every ounce of their being. To turn a deaf ear on the multitudes of dream-stompers who are forever warning of failure, and ordering all to adhere to the normal, well-traveled path.

A womyn who followed her own advice, and set out to share her talents with the world – even if the world wasn’t always welcoming. A womyn who, on her deathbed, was not haunted by the ghosts of what could-of-been. Who was not a shriveled mass of unused potential, bitter and nasty.

A womyn who, when looking back over a life well lived, smiled, content with her choices.

This is my dream, my purpose. A well lived life - for myself AND for others. It is time. We must reach deep within ourselves, past our fears and our pain and our imagined shortcomings. We must connect with the power and healing ability of the universe to find our dreams, our purpose. We must connect with other womyn - because we need all of our energies to break through the barriers.

It is time.

We are womyn. We are powerful. We are life.

And it's our time to change the world.

Namaste.