A secret dream

Deep in my heart a dreams lies.  Hidden in the darkness.  Covered with dust.  It has always been there, but as time has passed the dream has become dormant.  My lips are terrified to speak of it.  My mind too scared to even think about it.  But dear Kelly Rae is giving

Flying Lessons

and she is teaching us to spread our wings, acknowledge our fears, and speak them out loud.  So I am taking the leap and sharing my dream.  

I always dreamed of being a teacher.  Every since I was a little girl I  held that dream in my heart.  I remember receiving a "teachers kit" for Christmas one year.  It was filled with all sorts of fun things like report cards, a roll call book, stickers, awards, a pointer, and a little American flag.  I would make my brothers sit at the kitchen table with me and play school.  Me being the teacher and them the students.  When they wouldn't play with me I would go to my bedroom alone and still take on the role of teacher all by myself, and I was happy.  

As I sit here thinking about what it is that I really want to cultivate in life, being a teacher came right to mind.  The thought of it terrifies me.  What if I fail?  What if people do not like me?What if I am terrible at it?  Am I to shy to teach?  This fear has stunted me from putting myself out their and taking any steps to achieving my dream.  

Awhile back I was a preschool teacher for three year olds.  Oh how I loved it.  Creating lesson plans, doing art, connecting with the kids.  All of it made my heart sing.  I loved going to work.  I looked forward to seeing those children and getting the chance to interact with them.  Once I left the preschool my dream became silent and the fear grew. 

I can feel in my heart that working in a public school would not make me happy.  But teaching in some fashion would.  Teaching an appreciation for life, each other, our environment.   Being kind to one another and sharing our stories.  Creating along side each other.  Watching each other bloom and grow.  I am not sure exactly what it would look like.  But I do know that I am going let the thought of teaching sit inside me.  Now that I got the courage to speak it out loud I am going to let the idea grow and expand.  

What is it that you secretly dream about but are to afraid to say?  What is holding you back from speaking it out loud?  Share it here today, I will hold your hand as you speak that secret dream.    

Balance

I was traveling down the path I wanted to be on

Writing diligently

My hand reaching out and finding the words

That my soul longed to speak

Then something stirred inside of me

Perhaps it was spring fever

I cannot sit long enough to compose

One cohesive sentence

Or finish one thought

My legs are on the move

Pushing me outside

I have a strong desire to soak in the sunshine

Breathe in the fresh air

Before I had a craving to write

A deep rooted feeling that I could not shake

Until I put pen to paper and wrote it out of me

That voice is still their

But she is much quieter these days

The louder voice is saying "jump on your bike"

And I do just that

Balance

I need to find balance

Between writing and riding

~~ I miss you guys ~~

A dream

Last night as I lay sleeping

You visited me in my dreams

The sound of your laughter ran through my ears

So familiar

As if I heard it only yesterday

Your beautiful smile filled my mind

I saw your eyes sparkle with happiness

I felt your touch

As our feet found each other

Your scent surrounded me

As I took you in

Tears soaked my pillow

And woke me in the middle of the night

Sadness rushed over me

As I began to wake from this dreamy haze

Reaching out for you

But knowing you are not here