I found this poem and it fits in with thoughts shared with a friend thousands of miles from here. We think
we're free in dreams but I think it's where we walk a road inside our heads. Is this road worn by our worries or do we fly? I recently made some decisions leaving me free to fly. Maybe eating beans but
flying. Is money what we measure our happiness by or making? When can we feel safe enough financially
to take a time not to consume, but to create? If not now, when?
Here is where I flew yesterday
And here
we're free in dreams but I think it's where we walk a road inside our heads. Is this road worn by our worries or do we fly? I recently made some decisions leaving me free to fly. Maybe eating beans but
flying. Is money what we measure our happiness by or making? When can we feel safe enough financially
to take a time not to consume, but to create? If not now, when?
Here is where I flew yesterday
