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When I daydream

on 7 December 2015

When I daydream 

I like to daydream of places faraway to see the sunrise from the Cliffs of Moher someday. I want to walk in the footsteps of my ancestors and see what they saw, and feel what they felt. This has been a dream of mine for a long time. I want to see the fields of green and the wildflowers of the Glen beckoning me forth to smell their sweet perfume of the emerald Isles. 
I want to run through the rolling hills laughing, tumbling, and feeling the cool grass beneath my feet and fingertips. I am in my glory as I raise my voice to heaven and sing all the songs of my clan that lived before me. I lay upon a rock feeling the force of the magnetic energy beneath me. Coursing like the blood in my veins I’m connected with all four of the earths elements. I close my eyes and feel the sun warming the earth as it rises from it’s place in the universe. 
I open my ears and hear the sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs calling me home like a chorus of a thousand sirens singing an eery tune. I feel the air currents swirling around me while I’m swept up in the emotion of all of God’s beauty before me! I know I am strong, powerful, and can manifest anything I wish. All I want is to be reunited with my loved ones that have passed on before me. 
Where I can hug, hold, and absorb their wisdoms as they guide me through my trespasses in life. I am but one being yet I’m magical in my light, love, and truth. There’s a ethereal feeling of déjàvu like I’ve been here before. Yet I know it’s only in my dreams, listening to my Gram tell me stories of her family and our proud ancestry. I was a little girl with a big heart and imagination and I wanted to will her tales into being. 
I prayed with all my might that I would see those rolling hills of Ireland and visit the birth places of my ancestors. I’ve always thought I would feel a calling of the sea, like a thousand siren voices wailing in a chorus of cacophony to come be free! Alas it’s only in my daydreams yet I know in my heart I just need to will it to be true. The power of your daydreams is a beautiful gift and a heart song can give your spirit a much needed lift. 

6 Responses to “When I daydream”

  1. New Journey says:

    My suggestion is don’t wait…go….don’t even think about it, pack a bag and get on a plane…enjoy your dream….roll in the green that covers the country like a blanket… is to short…if you wait you may never make it…..kat…of course this is just my passionate opinion….LOL

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