Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I am learning these days that the seeds of our dreams are planted deep within us. They are like trees planted near deep waters. They stay ever green, ever ready to germinate even in silence. They are nourished by the whispers of our hearts, sustained by the echoes of soul. I am learning now to tend to these dreams, to nurture them with the fire of my passion and the patience of the earth. Otherwise, what’s the use of life if no dreams.

Today was magical. It’s was my first on so many fronts, a dream come through. Thank you for reminding always why ladies who connect, who dream are supreme. Today I stepped into the presence of so many divine women that I am convinced God is a woman!