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Friday, April 12, 2013

Possibility of Dreams


She wrote the dream in disappearing ink and tore it into pieces. Tossing her poem in the air, she filled an invisible cloud with truth and possibility, then blew it out to sea.

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“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist

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    1. Ah, yes. But for whom? Dreams are fickle, I've found.
      Thanks for reading, Sam!

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  2. So beautiful Kymm! Love the invisible cloud filled with truth and possibility. Well done, as always!

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    1. You are kind and gracious, Suzanne, and I thank you!

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  3. Dreams--I don't trust 'em. Nicely written.

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    1. Oh, no, dreams are utterly untrustworthy. Thanks, Illsa!

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  4. disappearing ink & torn to pieces - oh, that hurt my heart for "her" dreams. I hope they wash back to shore :)

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    1. Well, you know how clouds work, out to sea and back again as rain...
      Thanks for reading, Jody!

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  5. Sounds like a wish as opposed to a dream (my personal brain functioning) and love how you describe it. Holding a dream in our minds may as well be invisible ink in an invisible cloud but yours is so much prettier.

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    1. Wishes and dreams so often get confused.
      Thanks for the love, Maggie!

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  6. Setting free truth and possibility is indeed a dream! I enjoyed this!

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    1. So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, Sandra!

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  7. neat very visual - that's really what we do with dreams isn't it? let it out into the world to try and seed somewhere else...

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    1. Like dandelion puffs! Thanks, Steve!

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  8. I loved the idea of writing dreams in disappearing ink-given their nature:-)Beautiful imagery in the last line-as usual another gem of a writing from you Kymm:-)

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    1. Glad you liked it. Thanks for the love, Atreyee!

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    1. Oh, my! Thank you, yarnspinnerr!

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  10. When I tear stuff up it usually goes into the trash. Maybe I should try making clouds instead (: Wonderful piece!

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    1. That's the thing about us hoarders. Trash? Never heard of it. Thanks, Draug!

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  11. Sometimes we do need to let go and see what life may bring back! Beautiful...

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    1. If only out of curiosity... Thanks you, Marie!

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  12. In the myths, some random god might be passing and read what she wrote and be pleased. Bravo!

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    1. Yes, well, and why not?? Haha love the idea. Thank you, Tina!

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  13. Good for her! This girl knows how to dream! :D

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    1. Glad you think so, Linda. Thanks!

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    1. Well, that would depend on what you mean by "work" lol
      Thanks for reading, Ruby!

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  15. Kymm - I love this. Our words are often tossed into the wind - we never know when or if they will come back, come true. Lovely

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    1. Yes, that's the way of words, and dreams. Glad for the love, Barbara, thank you!

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  16. I'd love to be a ship getting caught in that rain squall...

    This was gorgeous!!

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    1. A squall, you say??? lol
      Thank you so much, Valerie!

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  17. Loved this: she filled an invisible cloud with truth and possibility, then blew it out to sea.

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    1. So glad you loved it. Thank you, Jennifer!

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  18. Nice. Sometimes dreams are best left unspoken and kept close to our heart.

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    1. The good ones, anyway. Thanks, Stacey!

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  19. like a yogic philosophy almost, own your dreams and then let them go into the universe to see what fruit they bear. i'll bookmark this one and come back to read it more than once.

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    1. As the yogi would say, but, little grasshopper, you will never see the fruit they may bear. hehe.
      Thank you, Shannon!

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  20. Lovely imagery. I'd love it if all of my dreams and ideas became something so wonderful as clouds, even if they are invisible.

    Thanks for linking up!

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    1. As long as they rain back down on youlater... Thank you, and you're welcome, Trifecta!

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  21. This was beautifully written, especially the invisible ink. Nicely done.

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    1. There is great beauty in invisible ink - hahaha

      Thank you so much, Joanne!

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  22. I loved everything about this. The idea of sending little pieces of my dreams on the winds to be scattered everywhere is tempting to me. Filling the clouds with truth and possibility and blowing it out to sea, but being the only one who knows courtesy of the invisible ink...maybe I'll try it one of these days!

    Very well done!

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    1. Haha If you manage it, blow it over this way...
      Thanks for the love, Nenna!

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  23. Gorgeous! The rhythm of your words works really well in this piece. It sounds rather like a dream in and of itself.

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    1. That's where the dreams are lately, in the dream realm... Glad you liked it.
      Thank you, Christine!

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  24. Kymm- this is lovely :) Keep going! I relish your pieces..

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    1. So nice of you to say. Thank you so much, MissM!

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