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WHEN DREAMS BECOME MEMORIES by Jennifer Hillman

I was inspired to write this while reflecting on how many dreams are now memories…

And I was inspired to write this as I reflected also on the blessings of completion and moving forward in my life. I feel blessed for my continued growth on my path and have a greater appreciation of the whole journey, as wild and bizarre it can be, with all the lessons learned along the way. I offer some of them to you today in this poem. 
When Dreams Become Memories

When dreams become memories
and the sweetness of life kisses me on the forehead,
blessing me with more…
more love, more dreams, more seas to cross, more words to write… 
When the memories continue to bring smiles and lightness to my step,
 life will bring me more to remember.

Clearing myself from doubts
and living only in the simplicity of knowing
just to be in this moment,

I embrace the sun-rays on my cheeks
and the whispers of the wind in my ears. 

And I dance! Oh, I dance with that music that plays in my head,
though no one else can hear it. Why should I care?

Perhaps I am leading the way for them
to hear their own hearts by example.
I caress the hands of family and friends.
I dare to be outrageous and quick to respond. 

I am ever-present to the silence beating in my heart,
singing through my soul and
moving me further than I ever would have thought possible!

I let my inner child be wild
and express my weirdness in every expression.
I play with the butterflies, and the turtles, and hug the trees. 

I talk to the stars, giving thanks for the blessings,
the misery even, and the tears
of joy and love of being alive.

I let my passions loose!
I proclaim my allegiance to those childhood dreams:
the ones that everyone said no to.
I tell my secrets to my best friend and my mentor:
That one person I know cares…
who has been there through it all
and just laughs when giving me their hand
to help me back up when I fall on my ass!

I say: “I love you!” every day
to everyone I care about.

I write letters and cards, emails and poems
telling them how they inspire me and bring out my brilliance.

And I never let anyone go
without knowing the impact they made on my heart
and everything that experience in time meant to me. 

Nothing is promised and no time can come back.
But I can be here now, in this moment,
and love my life with all my being.

Knowing always that I am loved
and that I am love
in each and every moment I create.
as dreams become memories.
Jennifer Hillman is an artist, published writer/poet with certifications as Reiki Master/Teacher, Hypnotherapist/NLP Practitioner, Intuitive Life Coach, working also a psychic adviser. She connects to the Divine through her studying many of the philosophies of the world, including Buddhism, Shamanism, Kabbalah, Sufi to name a few. 
She has a weekly radio program, Abstract Illusions Radio, explores the different aspects of creativity and spirituality, on blogtalkradio.com and her four websites: JenniferHillman.com, the essences of her creations; AbstractIllusionsMedia.com, assisting artists with creating the dreams, EmbracingSouls.com, her poetry; AngelsIntuition.com, information and insights for finding your true self. 
Empowering and inspiring is her joy and path and she enjoys connecting with people and animals with an open heart of compassion. 
She has two published books of poetry in the series Embracing Souls: Poetry of the Dance and Words of the Heart. Both books have positive reviews of passion and insights into the world we live.

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