When I daydream

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. 

Jeanine Lebsack

Writer, research assistant, podcaster, reiki healer, and a passionate advocate for neurodiversity. On my writing journey I’ve discovered a plethora of passions including writing, researching, entertaining through song and dance, with a desire to explore and create something transformational and healing. I believe in the sacred art of storytelling and that there’s power in the written and spoken word. Join me on my journey using the magic of words, music, and heart song. I believe we create ripples of energy that flow throughout the universe and by sharing our stories it creates change, positivity, and healing. Have a listen to my podcast on Spotify and Anchor at House of a Writer.

6 thoughts on “When I daydream

  • 8 December 2015 at 12:36 am

    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…..life is to short…if you wait you may never make it…..kat…of course this is just my passionate opinion….LOL

    • 8 December 2015 at 1:21 am

      I love your passionate opinion Kat! I don’t want to wait any longer so it’s going on my goal list to make it happen. Money had always been a factor, but I believe if it’s worth working for it’s worth having. ?


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