In my dream I was flying
with large white-feathered slip-on wings,
with so little effort,
among people walking around
and me gliding about just over their heads.
They knew me.
They could see my freedom and encouraged me
while at the same time wondering how this could have happened,
secretly longing to have wings themselves.
It was my gift, this freedom, this authenticity,
a magical, wondrous gift,
a gift to share with others,
a gift to continue to receive and grow into.
And then I woke up and realized…
I wasn’t dreaming at all.