Butterfly mask by SW
Today, I hear people airing their dreams on a daily basis, declaring their innermost imaginings out loud, scattering pieces of their plans like so much conversational confetti. Ironically, it’s usually those who have the least realistic prospect of realising their dreams, that air them most convincingly. It’s a shame, on so many levels, to witness that which is so precious being downgraded to mere wishful thinking. Once your secret hopes and goals are out, the box they came in is filled with the much less durable sense of expectation.
Yet, when a child recites a ‘wish list’, we are entranced. Our spirits are lifted and we’re reassured to know that they have the ability to hold the seeds of dreams. Then we pray that they don’t let go too soon, or too easily.