Dreams Awaken

I used to dream of being a flower farmer. Now I just love to visit them.

September 30, 2025

For a long time,

I forgot how to dream.

Grief had narrowed my world

to what could be endured,

what could be carried.

But now—

something stirs.

Curiosity stretches its arms,

and wonder taps at the glass.

I've started making lists:

digging in the earth with archaeologists,

ghost-hunting for whispers,

standing at the foot of Everest,

diving into the blue to meet whales,

walking the solemn ground of Auschwitz,

pressing my cheek against the warm hide of a cow,

feeding a baby goat from my hand.

And today,

a different kind of dream took shape.

A conversation with a friend,

her voice bright with possibility—

What if we built a brand together?

A legacy of leadership rooted in humanity,

where strength and tenderness walk hand in hand.

Not just a dream for me,

but a dream we build together,

something bigger than both of us.

We believe we can change the world,

and the audacity of that belief

energizes me.

I dream, too, of people—

new friends to laugh with,

a community to grow with,

voices that meet mine in wonder

and remind me that I belong.

Dreaming again

is not about leaving sorrow behind,

but about giving joy

permission to sit beside it—

to laugh, to wander,

to dare.

Curiosity is my map—

and the courage to follow it is mine.