Here is where dreams begin, though not as much anymore. I took the photo last weekend from my parents’ backyard. How many times had I gazed at that scene as a girl – the fiery sunset, the white mist settling in the far right corner? How many stories had I imagined? How many of my dreams still linger in the peacefulness, woven in the grass, carried in the cool air? Seeing the field when I visit, the memories rush in and dreams begin again.
Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Exercise: Think back to the places that inspired you as a child. If you can, visit those places again, or ask someone to send you a photo. Reflect on the scenes that stirred your creativity.
Where did your dreams begin?
This post is part of my series of Simply Beautiful Things. This is where I share tiny moments of wonder from the world around me. You can check out the archives here.
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