I suppose this sounds a bit strange coming from someone who is NOT a grower of green and lush things. Still, I appreciate green and lush things and I know that the greenest and lushest things require nutritious soil, loving attention from water and sunshine, and someone to tend them with a kind heart.
So it must BE, too, for dreams. And I have dreams. I have HAD dreams. I suspect I shall go on dreaming for a long time to come.
The best dreams need fertile minds. They need minds that can fully wrap round them while simultaneously letting them go where they will and BE [and BEcome] all they CAN BE.
Dreams grow in fertile minds BEcause that is where they thrive. This is my own experience, yes, and it is also my experience with what others have shown me. Those whom I most admire, respect, and am inspired by are [or were] great dreamers.
And just for a second, let me say that I once got fired from a job in a bookbinding factory for BEing too dreamy. It wasn’t my finest hour, to BE sure, but it was a sort of realisation that has stayed with me all these many, MANY years later.
This is, perhaps, why I am still a dreamer.
I love you, Currie