Let there be a focal point to your boundless fields of dreams, thus it serves as your point of reference and the compass which guides your steps.
I woke up dreaming of having breakfast in the south of France countryside, sitting at a small round table for two with curved wrought iron legs. Humming birds serenading me with their songs.
Boundless fields of lavender stretching before me, with a single tree where the sky kisses the land.
I stretch my arms yawning with twinkles in my eyes, not a single worry on my mind–my spirit is free,
I get up and start walking amongst the flowers tracing my path towards the single tree…
…sharing a dream…
By Monia Swaans, sharing visions and fields of dreams, and inviting you to do the same.
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