The dancer

I loved to dance when I was little. I imagined beautiful worlds full of creatures and places and I danced with them. My heart was full of joy and happiness. I felt free.

My parents couldn’t see what I saw but my friend did. We danced together and we invented our movements, we felt our safe-made worlds and curated it with love and passion. We laughed so much that our bellies hurt. We spoke in our own language and visited other dimensions in our fantasies.

I grew up and all that was left were memories of a lovely time. I forgot how we were discovering life, how we were manifesting our dreams into reality.

I forgot that life is about joy and feelings of freedom. I forgot how important dreams are.

Dreams are memories. And we want them so much to happen, because in our heart we have the knowing that this is possible. Dreams are plans we once made and decided to manifest here on earth.

Our heart has this memory and it knows how.

If we return to the games and loves from our childhood, somewhere there, among color pencils and songs, we will discover the dreams we brought into this life, we will remember our plans, we will remember who we are and why we came here.