I was reading comments from my Facebook Post and a sweet friend Karen Cupples mentioned that John was my rock. That was an ah ha moment as I realized that John was the rock that held my string keeping me grounded yet allowing me to soar and be who I am. It is amazing how my life continues to return to those dreams...
I have always had the up most respect for Barbra Bush and I had secretly
wished that she was my mother at one time. This past summer on July 2,
2007 I had this dream that I was at some type of charity function in
Austin, Texas and I saw Barbra Bush standing there smiling. Somehow we
began a conversation and I told her of my secret wish. As we were
talking about life and children she mentioned her son George W. was
going to be there and she would like to introduce me to him and Laura. I
told her I would love to meet the two of them and how I saw her son as
this big balloon like you see in parades all full of air and floating
above us all as we looked up and awed at him floating above us but as
you looked there was Laura holding his string keeping him from floating
away or getting tangled in the power lines.
Then I told Barbra that I saw my self as a balloon not as big as George W. but a small yellow balloon. Then I told her the story as follows.
I see myself as this little yellow balloon. At one time I was inflated and floated carelessly through life. I was found by a man who grabbed on to my string. He held out his hand and said "Hey look at my balloon isn't she pretty" For awhile he kept me nicely inflated and held on to my string to keep me from flying away. Then in time he grew tired of others admiring him and his balloon then decided he wanted to be the one in the light. Slowly but surely be started to let out the air. Each day that went by he would shorten the string. Before long the balloon was completely deflated just hanging there on the string. The man felt a great power in doing this. But the balloon was lost unsure what to do. For years the balloon just hung there by the string blaming it self for what it had become. Maybe if it wasn't so happy then people would not have noticed and commented on the pretty balloon. Then the man would not have become jealous thus shortening the string and letting out all the air. Then one day the balloon just gave up. The once shinny material was now dull and covered in dust. Many years had passed and the balloon just wanted to rot away and disappear. One day the balloon caught a glimpse of another man holding onto a balloon proudly. The balloon was fully inflated so round so shiny and proud. The man holding the string loved his balloon and freely gave it string so it could soar. The more people that loved the balloon the prouder the man became and the more he loved the balloon. After seeing this the first balloon decided maybe there was hope for her. Without the man seeing she slowly began to fill with air, not enough to fly but just enough to be seen. He had been so used to her being deflated he had actually quit holding on to the string. Each day she began to gather a little air until she began to float just above the ground. She had hopes that someday she could be as pretty as the balloon she had seen floating happily along. The balloon felt that by lifting her own self up that maybe someday she too could soar. She waits patiently for the day when she has enough air to float away from the man that took away her air and shortened her string. She hoped someday to float by someone that would appreciate holding her string and feeding her air so that she could float. She hoped for someone that knew to feed her more string when she needed it but there to hold on so she didn't float away.
I'm still that balloon and I'm simply floating above the ground just waiting for that chance to float away. There is no one to hold my string so I must be careful not to become too inflated but I do need someone to feed me air so that I may float. I won't be the same shinny balloon that I was years ago but I can still float. Instead of a man holding my string my three precious Boston Terriers Mickey, Domino and Mater will be there to pull me down every once in awhile to keep me from getting tangled in the trees and power lines or just soaring away. Until then I simply float waiting for the chance to be blown out the door thus setting me free.
I don't know why I had this dream but I can say something happened this past summer to awaken the creative side of me that had been dormant for years. I started writing and creating things that were fueled by my dreams.
I just want to say I am grateful for my creativity and I am grateful for the great future that I have. I will remember to remember as time goes on and I am grateful for the lessons that I have learned in this lifetime. I am also grateful that I am able to float above the ground and with positive thought I will soar.
The Balloon
Then I told Barbra that I saw my self as a balloon not as big as George W. but a small yellow balloon. Then I told her the story as follows.
I see myself as this little yellow balloon. At one time I was inflated and floated carelessly through life. I was found by a man who grabbed on to my string. He held out his hand and said "Hey look at my balloon isn't she pretty" For awhile he kept me nicely inflated and held on to my string to keep me from flying away. Then in time he grew tired of others admiring him and his balloon then decided he wanted to be the one in the light. Slowly but surely be started to let out the air. Each day that went by he would shorten the string. Before long the balloon was completely deflated just hanging there on the string. The man felt a great power in doing this. But the balloon was lost unsure what to do. For years the balloon just hung there by the string blaming it self for what it had become. Maybe if it wasn't so happy then people would not have noticed and commented on the pretty balloon. Then the man would not have become jealous thus shortening the string and letting out all the air. Then one day the balloon just gave up. The once shinny material was now dull and covered in dust. Many years had passed and the balloon just wanted to rot away and disappear. One day the balloon caught a glimpse of another man holding onto a balloon proudly. The balloon was fully inflated so round so shiny and proud. The man holding the string loved his balloon and freely gave it string so it could soar. The more people that loved the balloon the prouder the man became and the more he loved the balloon. After seeing this the first balloon decided maybe there was hope for her. Without the man seeing she slowly began to fill with air, not enough to fly but just enough to be seen. He had been so used to her being deflated he had actually quit holding on to the string. Each day she began to gather a little air until she began to float just above the ground. She had hopes that someday she could be as pretty as the balloon she had seen floating happily along. The balloon felt that by lifting her own self up that maybe someday she too could soar. She waits patiently for the day when she has enough air to float away from the man that took away her air and shortened her string. She hoped someday to float by someone that would appreciate holding her string and feeding her air so that she could float. She hoped for someone that knew to feed her more string when she needed it but there to hold on so she didn't float away.
I'm still that balloon and I'm simply floating above the ground just waiting for that chance to float away. There is no one to hold my string so I must be careful not to become too inflated but I do need someone to feed me air so that I may float. I won't be the same shinny balloon that I was years ago but I can still float. Instead of a man holding my string my three precious Boston Terriers Mickey, Domino and Mater will be there to pull me down every once in awhile to keep me from getting tangled in the trees and power lines or just soaring away. Until then I simply float waiting for the chance to be blown out the door thus setting me free.
I don't know why I had this dream but I can say something happened this past summer to awaken the creative side of me that had been dormant for years. I started writing and creating things that were fueled by my dreams.
I just want to say I am grateful for my creativity and I am grateful for the great future that I have. I will remember to remember as time goes on and I am grateful for the lessons that I have learned in this lifetime. I am also grateful that I am able to float above the ground and with positive thought I will soar.
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