I’m standing in a little gift shop in July 2011. I had forgotten this moment until this morning when I found this entry. In this gift shop, I lean over to look at all the journals (journals are some of my favorite things). They each have a different poem written on the cover. I read this:
“Then swing your window open, the one with the fresh air and good eastern light, and watch for wings, edges, new beginnings.” ~~Monique Duval
Duval also wrote this:
“That’s the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole: a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It’s still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail.”
I love thinking of my desires and dreams for the future as a dog scratching at the door, smiling, and wagging her tail. You just can’t ignore that kind of dream.
And if you’ve forgotten a dream, you open the window and watch “for wings, edges and new beginnings.”