For the boy who could fly…”you are sad” she said, “because you are the boy who 
could fly, yet you are surrounded by those who won’t.  Come away with me, and rather 
than climb these purple walls, we will soar so high we may never touch down again.” 

-Lisa Steinke-
 

Dreaming

In the quiet of the evening,

As the wind blows through my spirit,

I stand unshaken and undaunted 

In the realm of waking dreams.

My dreams, your dreams, they call us into being.

If they have been shattered,

We stand in being shattered.

If they are large and right before us,

We stand large and ready for the awakening.

Our dreams are our reality,

When we let them.

Our failures are not failures,

Unless we quit and do not learn from them,

Or we push them on to others.

For then we not only fail ourselves, 

But unknowingly bring those we love down with us.

If we stand in our dreams,

And learn from our dreams,

And share the power  of our dreams, 

Then we become who we were destined to be

And possibly larger than ever imagined.
And our spirits can dance, undaunted by the wind.

Rather, embracing the motion and change and loving 

Every freeing minute of it.

The message from this story is, “Don’t let anyone get in the way of who you know you are.
Don’t let them stop you. Let them jump on board or jump out of the way 
because you areon your track.  And whatever you do, don’t stop because someone 
has given you a reality check.  For that reality is only their perspective. 
Not yours, you are living into yours at this very moment.”

Faerie Kisses,
Lisa Steinke