Made of dreams and dandelion fuzz

Make a wish and come to earth for a lifetime.

Make a wish and come to earth for a lifetime.

So many lives are made of dreams, of wishes, of wants, of blow-the-dandelion-fuzz across the back yard so the Forest Owls hoot your deepest desires back to you just before midnight.

I once dreamed of traveling to Switzerland, to Italy, how about France? Perhaps even Mexico, Nicaragua, maybe Ecuador.  I dreamed of writing a famous book, you know, the kind of book which leaves readers gasping, wanting more, truly inspired, truly knowing themselves in some deeper way.

Gondola dream

Gondola dream

I dreamed of owning a brand new car–just once–or maybe having a quarter million dollars, let’s not be too greedy and make it a million.

I dreamed of contributing to world peace, somehow (didn’t you?) or winning the Nobel Prize or maybe getting a pat on the head before knocking on Heaven’s gate.

Or maybe just helping someone down and out.  Maybe just opening my heart a little wider.



I dreamed of being a good person, didn’t you, now really?

Someone who made a difference.  Someone who didn’t just take up space on the planet.  Someone who helped.  Someone who healed.  Someone who lightened the load of her fellow travelers.  Someone who wiped away tears. Someone who listened.  Someone not too self-involved, too insecure to move beyond self obsession, too much trying to fix myself that I refused to look at my suffering neighbor.

Or, perhaps, we dreamed to fix ourselves first, and then heal the entire world, realizing that this is the proper order of things…

Dreams of earth, sky, water

Dreams of earth, sky, water

Perhaps we’re sent to earth to dream.  Perhaps in the womb we dream of fresh air, sandboxes, plentiful milk, Mozart, rock-n-roll, Mama’s happiness.  Perhaps we dream of a thousand future accomplishments without words.

Perhaps we’re simply dreams come to earth in bodies.  Perhaps in some before-life Paradise we co-created our dreams.  Perhaps they were simple dreams: “I want to learn about kindness.” “I want to learn about forgiveness.” “I want to learn how to persevere during hardship.”

And then off we spiralled toward that watery womb where fluid gestated those dreams while our Mama and Papa danced or argued or fixed the nursery, dreaming their own dreams which would soon intersect.

Then, so unceremoniously, we slid or fought our way into the world and looked around, gasping for breath, appalled that the dreams slid away so quickly, just out of reach of our kicking toes and endless squalling.

Dreams of sand and sandals

Dreams of sand and sandals

Remember the innocence of graduating from, say, high school, and how you felt the world wide-open before you, like another birth from another womb, and you thought you could be anything, simply anything?  Before the world compressed you into a nice respectable citizen with gray hair and endless habits and stale dreams you smoked like cigarettes, still whispering to God to please, please, please, make this person-dream come true before I keel over and sprout flowers from bones and ashes.

Perhaps we follow our many dreams through the forest of life, we humans, learning the science of dreaming, learning how to manifest our PhD or Little House in the Big Woods or first wide-eyed bald-headed baby birthing down from our heart.  We’re apprenticed in dreaming.  We aim for small dreams and then hatch bigger dreams.  We’re dreaming machines.  Whether we’re dreaming a cup of coffee or a new friend, we’re following desires which promise to bloom us into full potential, full human-hood.

The moment a dream comes true.  Before the next dream rises...

The moment a dream comes true. Before the next dream rises…

Then one day down the dreaming path, maybe in this dreaming life or next, it may all slowly lose inertia.  No matter how much we dreamed, no matter how many riches or losses arrived, it was never enough.  Never enough, never enough.  Perhaps the fulfillment of a trillion dreams will never, ever, be enough.

Unless we’re seeing what pre-exists the dreaming.  What already bloomed the first time we wished on those dandelion fuzzies.

The dream has already been given to us.  The dream is already fulfilled for us.  This life–before we tried to fix or change or escape or travel or heal or beg for something else–IS the Garden of Eden, the Holy Grail, the nirvana.

The fulfillment of dreams

The fulfillment of dreams

It’s been here all along, hidden beneath the dreaming and stories and desires we’ve endlessly told ourselves.

Hidden in plain sight, we suddenly realize the dreams prepared us for the final dream.  How magnificent blossomed the impossible dreaming!  How fabulous…all pointing toward the culmination.  The final dream was sand pouring through our open fingers, dropping all dreams, sand washing out to sea, smelling the breeze, being here NOW.



Here is the fulfillment.  Here in the only dream which really means anything…

What do you dream for this rainy, sunny, cold, warm, sad, happy day?  Has your dreaming changed over time?   Of what does your heart dream today, my fellow dreamer, in this school of unfolding dreams?

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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21 Responses to Made of dreams and dandelion fuzz

  1. Heather says:

    I’m reminded of a favorite song’s lyrics: “And when your deepsest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, because when you stop dreaming it’s time to die.”
    I think our dreams are a hallmark of humanity, and they should change as we age and grow. I used to dream of *what* I wanted to be (an artist, an astronaut, a veterinarian), but now I dream of *how* I want to be (happy, loving, helpful, honest, kind) and find chasing that dream to be much more fulfilling.

  2. Susan D says:

    “…this school of unfolding dreams.” I think you’ve said it all. What profound thoughts, Kathy.

  3. This is such a beautiful post. I know that some of my struggles of late have come from feeling I had no more dreams. Not that I’ve achieved all of my dreams, but I’ve let them go knowing they would never happen. Some of them still hide in me, but I had lost touch with them. I love the idea that the dream is now, but at the same time I hope I never completely lose the power of having dreams. Without them I feel hopeless.

  4. Carol says:

    My dreams now are far less lofty than were my dreams in my youth. They are dreams of seeing my little trees grow into huge trees, in times of peace and happiness, quiet times, walking the beach, feeling the sand between my toes, seeing my children happy and secure, my husband without pain.

  5. Susan Boyle dreamed a dream…and looked what happened! Hers was a focused dream…perhaps we need to focus our dreams into one great dream and dream that one big dream…not scattered dreams, not small dreams but a really big dream. There are so many examples of this. I just happen to like the Susan Boyle one and how they laughed until she opened her mouth and stunned all of “them”.

  6. This is my very favorite of every single thing I have read that you have written! Lovely! Thank you, Kathy!

  7. john says:

    All my real dreams, my true dreams, the ones that came from loving intentions have come true. They have been mixed in with surprises and challenges from God. Sometimes I had to sit back and think things through to realize God gave me what I had been seeking. Sometimes I had to look at what God laid before me and realize that it wasn’t exactly the way I dreamed it, God had made it better. My dream had to be cut and polished just right to fit in with the other things in my life. The only thing that has ever limited me was myself. I could have had every little thing I ever dreamed, but that would have filled my life leaving no room for the surprises and challenges God gave me. I had to make decisions and so many of the surprises God sent me were so much more precious than anything I could dream.

  8. Brenda Hardie says:

    Kathy, your words touch my heart today because of where I am in my life right now. I still have the same dreams…some achieved, some still waiting. But I fear I am running out of time. Partly because of my age and partly because of my physical issues. So, I am trying to adjust my hopes and dreams to accommodate those issues. It’s disappointing so perhaps it’s not quite right. I’ve been doing soul searching and praying to find the direction my life should take now. And in the meantime, I am trying to be mindful of the gifts and treasures all around me and be grateful. ♥

  9. Elisa says:

    I do not very often do the kind of dreaming or questioning or desiring of the specific things that were stated in your writing. It puzzles me, and makes me frown and then sometimes fret, watching these things in others. I often wonder how long it will take them to stop. I can get really cranky and feel very judgmental, in an unhealthy for me way about the subject. However, if I do not sit with it, or at least manage to be alongside of it, maybe I will never understand it. What would happen if the world got rid of the word HEAL?

  10. As I was reading a dandeloin seed sailed through the air on the gentlest breeze and landed on the screen and then lingered for a few moments and drifted out of sight. That is how some or most dreams are for me. Your little essay is a good one. 🙂 Dandeloin seeds have been sailing through the yard for several days. I love watching them. So dainty yet persistent in reaching some destination that will offer an environment for reproduction.

  11. Dreams, the stuff that live’s are made of!

  12. Val says:

    Beautiful post as ever, Kathy. Thank you.

    My own dreams did change over the years, mostly with me. As a child, I longed to get away. I was a sickly child, often in hospital and I felt stuck in the urban envirnment – I wanted to fly free. In my teens I was too self-centred to think of anyone other than myself a lot of the time. And now I’m a little bit past the very young me – I did achieve the ‘flying’ (metaphorically) as I got out into the country and my health while still not wonderful hasn’t landed me in hospital for years. But I didn’t have the same sorts of dreams that you did – or at least, not often – and I wish I had.

  13. I WIlkerson says:

    Made me think of the Carly Simon song I always liked:

    Don’t look at your man in the same old way
    Take a new picture
    Just because you don’t see shooting stars
    Doesn’t mean it isn’t perfect
    Can’t you see…

    It’s the stuff that dreams are made of…

  14. As we learn what’s important in life, I think our dreams do change. If we really want our most important dreams to come true, I hope we can see the path to make it so. As I sit here on this chilly May morning, I dream of green grass and flowers blooming, knowing it will come, eventually, although maybe not soon enough for my liking! Some dreams are only fulfilled in the fullness of time.

    Lovely post, Kathy! It really gets one thinking…dreaming. 🙂

  15. “Hidden in plain sight…”

    Kathy – With 55 years of hindsight, I’ve learned that “hidden in plain sight” is so often the case. It’s was right there in front of my nose, or lodged comfortably in my heart all along.

  16. Colleen says:

    Kathy, this is so poignant to me. Thinking of my dreams, large and small, and the way life unfolded to accommodate them, or not. And really, how all-consuming it was, looking back. How much was missed when I was dreaming my life instead of living my life, believing (on some level) that a cosmic error had been made and that reality (mine) was a mistake. xo

  17. Joanne says:

    Don’t you just love Laurie? Her comment just caught my eye ~ that’s what I wanted to say!! 🙂

    Everything we ever could possibly need in this world is “hidden in plain sight”, all we need do is open our hearts to see it there. xxxx

  18. Stacy says:

    I asked Joanne (above me in this thread) on her birthday – Why does it take us so long to become who we were all along?

    We are. So why, Kathy, does it take us so long to realize that this is enough? ❤

  19. dorannrule says:

    What a thought provoking and beautiful post Kathy. I thought I knew what “dreams” meant. A psych teacher once told me that “a dream is a wish fulfillment.” He was referring to sleeping dreams. Then there’s imagining things we want or wish to do – waking dreams. My dreams have rarely been very lofty – either asleep or awake, I have learned, however, that if you want something badly enough, you will subconsciously work toward achieving it.

  20. Karma says:

    I’m still waiting for “full human-hood” I think! Maybe that’s my problem – I shouldn’t be waiting for it, I should be trying to make it happen! Still searching for that inner something to make it real.

  21. Reggie says:

    So lyrical… beyond words…

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