“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

~Eleanor Roosevelt

How many people do you meet that seem to enjoy staying stuck in their old stories? They live their life stagnant and caught on the repeat cycle. Often victims of their own inability to forgive, let go and move into the present moment. Instead of moving into today, they carry around a backpack full of stories, the “life done me wrong” noose.

Now, how many dreamers and optimistic souls do you share time with? How does it feel to spend time with them? These people seem to embrace their moments, glean a powerful personal character through the journey of life. If you listen to them, you hear them connect the dots of discovery via the life experiences. They walk more upright, for they are not burdened with the backpack full of stories.

Now, please understand that I respect our stories, all of them. Our life stories create our uniqueness. Moving us down our individualized path, which formulates how we interact with that which unfolds in our daily life. A challenge can become an opportunity, a painful loss a reminder of the preciousness of our moments, an exalted experience may open new doors, the incredible diversity weaves a beautiful tapestry titled “Your Life”. We are blessed with a spectrum of emotions, all share qualities and value. It all comes down to how we choose to engage in the emotions. Do we bury them, explore them, embrace them, avoid them..? Through the fog of our stories, we are at choice to dream or give up. To pursue or flee. To engage or isolate.

I see dreams as those stories waiting to be written. The blank page awaits with grand excitement for the verbose experience to ignite full imagery . The canvas pants with anticipation, awaiting the inspired brushstrokes full of color and form. The garden lies fertile and ready for the new seeds… The dreamer carries the future in their heart and soul pockets. The negative naysayer may come along and try to steal the seeds, attempting to toss them in the wind. This matters not to the true dreamer, for they have already envisioned their dreams into the reality they can see.

Eleanor Roosevelt seemed to have many seeds in her pocket. A woman who dreamed  the possibilities, then set out to manifest them. I have always found her to be quite  inspiring –http://www.firstladies.org/biographies/firstladies.aspx?biography=33.

May today be graced with seed collecting, recalling to mind, body and spirit the dreams which await your attention. In noticing and remembering your dreams, the heavy stories and burdens seem to fall away, freeing you to lift your arms to soar higher…