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A dream that was, is, and will be.

“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.”
― Flavia Weedn

Life plays a perilous tune and the sad ballads can be as compelling as the sweet lullabies or the triumphant marches.  Sometimes everyday ups and downs roll about on themselves, and land on your dreams– crushing them into zillions of little pieces.

Sometimes, you have no choice but to walk through the shards of what used to be your hopes.  The glimmering pieces were once part of something that made you whole– but now they just cut into your feet like glass, and slow you down.

You are built to survive, so you sweep them to the side.  They were probably unlikely, you convince yourself– or perhaps impossible altogether.  Over time, the pile is moved to the corner, and finally thrown away.

Then one day, you heal.

It might have been something you did, or it might have just been time–  but you notice because suddenly, you can see it.

It sparkles.

A single shard.  A single hope.
One solitary piece of a dream that was.

When you bring it to the light, it shines a rainbow of colors and pathways on the walls around you, expanding your world.  It is a prism of paradigms and it calls to the sweetest lullabies of your heart.

The memory ripens until that solitary piece becomes part of a dream that is.

You hold on to the precious, misshapen memory of yesterday– and you step forward.  Your scarred feet make you sure-footed in a way that you never were before.   Life topples but you continue forward.  As you walk, your ballad fades into your lullaby, and the lullaby strides into a call of victory.

You are triumphant, and your dream marches on.

A family photo -- because that's how we roll.
When your feet are scarred from walking over the shards of broken dreams, just catch a ride on a mythical orange buffalo.  [For those with a discerning eye, this is a family photo.  Dave has Perdita in his satchel. Flash is chasing my tail. ]
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My husband & myself have been working on big projects for our company.  Though I don’t usually talk much about our career-oriented creative pursuits, I receive a lot of questions about it.  I don’t know if it’s just random statistical oddity, or a missing piece as to the explanation of who I am.   In other words, I am curious as to your curiosity.

Have you ever started from scratch on a dream?  What’s a dream that you’ve been lucky enough to live?

64 comments

  1. Thank you. I’m not sure life has shattered my dreams but they are looking a little tarnished and warped at the moment.
    Also, what do I do if I don’t remember if I added myself to your address book? Since you have become a person that has entered into everyday conversation “Rara said…” I’d hate to miss out on any more Frightfully Wondrous things, yet I’d also hate to annoyingly enter my information repeatedly in a desperate housewife who’s dreams are a bit warped sort of way and muddle your system. But the constant drone of knock- knock jokes that don’t make sense has destroyed any actual memory of your mail list. Did I input information or simply intend too?

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    1. I love knock knock jokes that don’t make sense! 😀 Let’s see, firstly– you’re not there yet. I remember checking for Label Day. 🙂 And secondly– I have faith in your ability to find your way to shiny new beautiful dreams. You have a knack for finding the glitter! 🙂

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  2. I love this post rara. Dreams are reality yet not achieved. I started out fresh with nothing when I started writing seriously. And when I started blogging. My dreams are getting bigger every day. 🙂

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    1. Yes, they are a reality! 🙂 That’s a wonderful way of putting it. I love that our dreams are growing… they’ll be giant as dinosaurs one day! 🙂

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  3. I have discovered in the past week that I have been living my dream. My teaching career has ended, but ended on a huge high for me. I have come to realise that I had a far greater impact on the students I taught than I ever realised. Even parents have sent me cards and letters. Where I thought all I was doing was my job. I wrote about my week a lot but this post says more than I can say, taken from the messages I received during the week.
    http://summerstommy.com/2013/12/18/my-last-teacher-post/

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  4. A wonderful companion thought to this is, think about the stained glass windows in churches. Each one paints a beautiful picture, even if it is just random swatches of colour in the sunlight – yet each piece is a broken shard of glass. (Technically, you don’t cut class, you inscribe a line with the shape you want, then carefully break the glass along that line. Useless info from my bottomless font. 😉 )
    Most of my realised dreams were never planned – they resulted from plans for other, far more mundane activities, or in a couple cases, from sheer happenstance! Plans, shmans – dreams are the things that happen to you when you least expect them! 😀

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  5. I love how you describe this as it’s so true. It’s been such a hard fought battle running and expanding wepoetsshowit.com It’s been one hurdle and wall after another. I’m very interested to hear what you’re up to 😉

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    1. 🙂 That’s small business for you– hurdle after hurdle. There’s never less hurdles, it just gets easier to jump them. 🙂 As to work-curiosity, it looks like you’re in the majority! I really thought more people would click the “bleh” button, since work can be boring– but so far no one has. 🙂

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  6. This is very beautiful and positive and uplifting. This is why I come here all the time. I always walk away seeing that little bit of magic in the world, and with a smile.
    PS I can’t actually remember if I added myself to the address book or not? I know I meant to when you originally posted it and I think I did but I’m not 100% sure.

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    1. I think it may be a very popular year-end thought process. This time of year brings so much to light… some of it sparkles, some doesn’t. Thank you for reading!

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  7. I have started most of my life over from nightmares, but the one constant was my job. Now I am seriously considering dropping the job and starting over again, but I am still in the planning stages so who knows what will happen.

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  8. Lovely post. Since my young friend died my dreams have too. I look forward to the day I once again have ordinary dreams about life. I read your post knowing in time that day will come once more. Until then I will try to just remember a time before all this tragedy, when irrelevant issues were major. I look forward to those days returning.

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    1. I know the feeling, Tric. One of my most fervent prayers has been to worry about my hair style or whether or not I shut the door– instead of all the other stuff life threw at me. Yesterday, for the first time in many years, I worried about the shutting the door– and nearly cried in gratitude. Everything heals… in time.

      Sending much love your way!

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  9. I love the 0% on it being boring 🙂 We definitely want to know more! I could cop out and say that traveling was my dream come true but that was really more like a last ditch effort to save myself… and I could say something about finding a decent guy after a string of horrible experiences but there’s no room for cheese right now so I’ll just say that being able to appropriately guess my brother’s Netflix password was a dream come true. And continues to be.
    Can’t wait to hear more about The Queen Creative 🙂

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    1. Haha, yeah, I expected a larger percentage of that. 🙂 Last ditch efforts are sometimes a dreams way of finding us, and a decent guy definitely qualifies. 🙂 Of course, guessing your brother’s netflix password is like a double-dream come true. 😀

      Thanks, Aussa! 🙂

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    1. I think perhaps many bloggers understand that feeling. It’s probably why, different though we all are, we tend to get along well with one another! 🙂 Thanks for reading.

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  10. So beautiful and inspiring Rara. A message that many of us need this time of year and especially on the verge of a new year. And excited to hear more about Queen Creative!

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  11. I love hearing about yours and other dreams. I will be working on a few dreams of my own during my time off the next few weeks 🙂 Definitely keen for more about Queen Creative!

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    1. Yay for dreams! I love hearing about what people love to do, as well. It’s an exciting time for the world, I think. Everywhere I look, people are putting together shiny, healthy plans for their future. 🙂

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  12. I don’t know about shattered dreams (quite an interesting tune by Johnny Hates Jazz, though). What I know is metaphorical war, and battle. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Wounds. Scars. Death.

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    1. Blood, sweat, tears, wounds, scars, death, battle– yep, I’m familiar with all those, too. Like your blog, though, I like to focus on the pathway through it all rather than the obstacles themselves. 🙂

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  13. Dreams? I have struggled to know what they are, but looking backwards with the magic of hindsight, I see I did have one – to raise my sons to be curious, wonderful beings – and they are! STill young and growing into adulthood, I love being in their lives. Now I have to consider how to grow into the next stage of being me!

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    1. Well it seems you’ve aced on big dream that many people have– so I have no doubt you’ll find yourself succeeding at whatever dreams you choose to pursue. Good luck, lovely! 🙂

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  14. Perfect timing, as ever, Rara! We are having to close our gallery tomorrow after five years of hard work. So sad. I expect we will find another way to make a living and another ‘baby’ to focus on, but at the moment it all feels very much like a broken dream and a desperately uncertain future. Thank you for this post.

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    1. Aw, chica, I’m sorry to hear that! I’ve had to close two art galleries in my life– for different reasons– and both times, it was emotionally shattering. *hugs* Still, time does heal all wounds– and for creatively fabulous people like you guys, it’s only a matter of time before you find your new dream. Good luck, and let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. xo!

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  15. Every time I venture into the wild and make it hope in one piece, it is a dream realized. Does that count?
    How about looking up from whatever I’m working on to see The Queen and Little Prince, that’s a dream realized too.
    How about being able to search my name on Amazon and have a book pop up? That’s the start to a dream… hopefully there will be more than one up there soon.
    I for one am very excited to see what Queen Creative has been working on.

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  16. I’m working on a scratch of a dream and feeling kinda scared to itch it. In the meantime, I may shrivel up and die at a desk. Noooo … not really. But, kinda. Good luck to you!

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  17. I’m loving this, partly because I had a puppet named “Rara” when I was little. I cherished him.

    I love this post too. Sometimes life throws us some curveballs, but they ALWAYS make us stronger and more sturdy in our truth. 🙂

    Thank you.

    Happiest Holidays,
    Lindsey

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  18. Lovely post. Living dreams is exactly like you say. MANY BIG CRASHES. Pick up what you can and keep moving. ALWAYS have back up plans and more backup plans. If not this, then what? Keep churning out dreams. Sometimes it’s that shard of a broken dream that stuck in your foot and made you bleed that’s the secret key to unlock the next door. Or the one after that. Or the one twenty years down the road. Get comfortable driving backwards, blind with your hands tied behind your back in the dark the wrong way into heavy traffic. This is what it takes.

    My dreams? Yes. I’ve made several lifetimes worth of baking dreams from scratch.I went from a homeless zero teenager through college and medical school and became a doctor. In the early nineties I painted and sold landscapes for five years. I fixed up an old farm house and homeschooled two kids (still do). I’ve been writing for years. Five books on Amazon. A year in the blog zone. Then I tossed the medical career and sold the house and moved with my family to France last June. I live with my family on the French Riviera now. What next? I don’t know. I’m still dreaming, Babe. 🙂 Thanks for the question in your blog. I never really thought of it all at once before.

    Luck. Persistence. Courage. Dreams.

    Alice

    PS: I met the link to your fun-spirited blog via ruleofstupid and the C4C badge so thought I’d give you a follow.

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  19. Love the sure-footedness born of scars, Rara. You described my life to a T. Bet many readers/humans can say the same. You are an oracle of hope, love, and destiny riding an orange buffalo for all the world to see. {{{hugs}}} Kozo

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  20. Did I comment on this when you originally posted it? I don’t remember…I probably did. It’s so impossibly beautiful. As you are.

    This is a lyrical, lilting melody.

    And I am so proud to be one of Queen Creative’s projects for 2014! Thank you, Rara dear!

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