Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

To be drenched in a stream of flowing smiles, to see the smiles, your own and those of others, and smile letting this life and all it brings flow like ripples at the edge of two rivers, to know that smiles can be used for clarity, for conversations that feel like growth, for connections that become air, to know all this and still smile, clearly, is the thing dreams are made of, whether they curve to an end or not. Today, I dreamed out loud in a space that welcomed me. I dreamed, smiled and saw myself become the dream.