Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

They say we are never old when it comes to the dance we know. I agree which is why I begin today with the thought: what odd dreams do you have? How have you watched the universe conspire to make them a reality? A cycle of sorts. Only this week, I spoke about a dream to a dear strategist. We were on an airplane and everything we have been talking about seemed to click. I was tired but found myself dreaming and dreaming and we watched ourselves doze off still dreaming together. When we got off the plane, we promised to revisit the dreams the next day and come up with a strategy of sorts. The next day, we were overwhelmed with work. We met during our scheduled time for strategy but ended up doing nothing, promising to connect the next week. That same day, as in less than 24 hours later, I found myself in a company of sorts, with three dear colleagues reminiscing of a time when our work together ended in failure. We spoke and clarified that we could do it again and this time the odds maybe on our side given lessons learned.

As if not enough, the following day, I found myself in another meeting with 2 like minded folks discussing what unknown to them, was an expansion of the dream I have been dreaming all week and before. By the time the call ended, I was a bit scared and petrified and wondered out loud to myself, why. The mystery of this gift of dreaming, which i do not disapprove, continues to fascinate and delight me. They say a woman must learn to be still. To dream and make things remain, inspire things to continue, even when they end. Everything goes. The awards, the papers, the earthly power, the bositerous noise, everything ends. But the power to make somethings continue, the notion of eternity, can be ours too.

They say a person has to hear things three times to act once. This dream has been in my mind prior to the airplane meeting, the office meeting, the meeting with dear colleagues and the internal meeting within. At least four times. I woke up today prepared to act, to freely adapt, and absorb, transform and combine, all the possibilities within to dream again, my way. Will I fail, yes. It’s always an option. But I choose to dream again, to go through this cycle again, refusing to be barren with this gift of dreams.