Dream bigger
I dreamed that I could ride a horse across the country(despite my mum being allergic to them)... I dreamed that one day I would wake up and my room had been cleaned up by fairies... I dreamed that I was a grown up ... and now that I am ... well I have learnt that it is still possible to dream. I have always loved to discover places and sights and sounds and texures and smells ...
I was walking with some friends today along the Thames River and I suddenly remembered how I used to dream. Along the walk I discovered the most incredibly home, created like a fairy tale.
To really get the most from this photo you have to understand the people that created it. I have taken the liberty of recreating their conversations ...
"So honey.. I know we agreed to take the boat up to Thames to the Cotswolds, but I think this might be a good alternative. We have to consider the kids... there are some great schools around here and the views are spectacular."
"You do come up with some crazy schemes... But I am prepared to go along with you on this... I think we could really turn this into a lovely home."
Now... as all of me started to stretch my wings and imagine the very people who have called this place home I turned the corner. Then I really began to appreciate the boldness of choice. I love that they dreamed outside the box.

I realised that I had begun to dream again, when my friend said to me "I think you could be in that fairy tale Mish". I have to agree with him. I do believe that when you dream big, the fairy tale gets a little bit closer. You just need to look a bit harder...


2 Comments:
At 11:44 pm,
Clovergirl said…
Beautiful... beautiful :-)
I can totally see you living in that fairy tale Mishy! I reckon I'd pull up in a boat next door. And it might be pink and glittery too, probably :-)
At 8:50 am,
Unknown said…
It's only in the magic of the fairy tale where we can lose ourselves and then truly find ourselves again.
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