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The Dreamers

The quickest road to mediocrity is to quit dreaming. Because the moment you stop dreaming is the moment you stop reaching for something more, the moment you stop growing and the moment you stop excelling.

A dream, as passive as it is, represents a desire, a fundamental wish to grow and to be more than one is. As long as the dream is there, the eternal flame is still lit and could erupt into a fiery inferno at any moment.

But without it, there is nothing. Just an existence from day to day that’s as meaningless as a blank piece of paper. Sure you can be a contributing member of society, a good person and even a success in business without a dream, but what’s the point?

Because dreams are not something to achieve, but something to live for. That’s why they evolve and change to keep the true dreamer reaching, stretching and climbing for more. Like a mountain that grows taller near the peak, a dream must never outgrow the dreamer, but rather keep pace with him.

In turn, a dreamer must be someone who is always willing to meet that challenge, someone who is never frustrated by the constantly extending finish line or having the carrot pushed farther from his reach. The dreamer is someone interested only in the trip and not the goal and doesn’t care when, or if, the road ends.

Because while it may seem to be a frustrating lifestyle, for someone with the right mindset, it’s infinitely rewarding. And when everything is said and done, the dreamer can look back at how far he’s come and smile knowing he’s done more, seen more and lived more than those who let go of their dreams so long before



Proud parent of 3 wonderful children and their partners. Army, Air Force. High School Chemistry Teacher, Elementary Music Teacher. Architect/Culinary, Dog Groomer.
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Riding my Harley all over this beautiful country, hiking, photography, geocaching (finding stuff in the woods), spelunking. Anything outdoors is great. We do live in a beautiful country and I always enjoy the time to stop and look in awe of all it's wonders.




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Visionaries

There are those among us who are born with a gift, a gift that lets them see the world in the way few mortals ever could, in a way that eyes alone can never begin to comprehend. These people, these few but proud people, take a look at our world and see not the mass of humanity and objects that exist, but what can exist. They don’t see what is, but rather, they see what could be.

That, as they say, is a power beyond belief.

Where most people take a look at a blank sheet of paper, an empty building or a human problem and offer it only passing thought, men and women blessed with the visionary touch see a world of possibilities, an infinite number of chances to create, improve and contribute.

Visionaries literally drive our world forward, they solve the problems we face, they create the products we use and they build the future for us, a future realized one dream at a time.

But for their contributions, how are these people treated? They are browbeaten, denounced as heretics even called insane. Many are cast aside by a blind society and history is littered with tales of men broken not by their visions, but the backlash to them.

However, just because one person can see something another cannot, does not make him insane. Reality is not still nor stiff, but flexible and constantly changing, shifting with every thought and every action. Visionaries realize that and build upon it, bending reality to meet their dreams, in the process shaping our world in ways that we can’t even imagine.

But these people, who come from all races, all religions and all backgrounds, do more than just change our universe, they change our hearts and our destinies. In the same way they build monuments and great works of art, they build hope, they build pride and they build life.

Without visionaries, life itself would stagnate and stagnation always means death. We are a species kept alive solely by our own inertia and without the visionaries to push us, steer us and guide us, we would fall by the wayside the same as countless species before us.

Now I don’t claim to be a visionary, though I do have my own visions, that is a judgment for the history books and the world at large to reach. However, I do consider myself a supporter of visionaries and their dreams. Be it an artistic, scholastic or something more tangible, I support the dreams of others, lending a hand whenever I can.

Because, even if I can’t share the vision, I know how important it is, if not to the world, than to the person holding it. With that in mind, if I can help in some small way, I share the dream and it’s by sharing the dreams that the world changes and twists.

After all, no visionary has changed the world alone. He/She has always had those that have shared the vision and that’s why, as important as being a visionary is, it’s equally important to share and support the dreams of others.

After all, the support is what separates us from a society of achievers and creators from a society of idle dreamers.

And the latter, of course, is a society no true visionary would ever want to live in.

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Love Hurts

When whoever uttered the words, “We always hurt the ones we love,” spoke that truism, they probably had no idea exactly how right they were and continue to be.

For hearts are fragile things, weak and soft they’re easily broken, smashed and crushed. That’s why most of us don’t wear our hearts on our sleeves, and guard this intimate part of ourselves with great zeal.

That makes it very difficult to hurt the man on the street. You really have to go out of your way to break through that exterior shell and get to what really hurts. It’s not easy, but it can be done.

But with someone you love, and someone who loves you, that shell isn’t there. That wonderful protective barrier that we all throw up against the world is nonexistent and in the beauty of love we trust our dearest not to crush our delicate emotions or break our fragile hearts.

But even when the love is true and genuine, accidents happen. With a proverbial flick of the wrist or a prod of the finger, an exposed heart can fall to pieces. We don’t mean to, we don’t try to, but when handling something as delicate as trust, the slightest fumble can open the floodgate of tears.

In response to this, many bury their hearts deep within, never to let anyone come close regardless of how worthy. While they lead protected, comfortable lives, they hide themselves from love and all it has to offer. It’s an understandable act when you account for the pain, but it does nothing to fulfill, create, or inspire.

However others refuse to run from the pain. They glue the shattered pieces of their heart back together and move on, forgiving when appropriate, forgetting when necessary. Sometimes a broken heart can mean a goodbye, sometimes it’s just a new beginning, but for these people, it’s never the end, just another obstacle to overcome.

So while the adage of “love hurts” is a truism. I hope I never get so scared that I run away. For all of the pain and anguish love has brought me throughout my life, it has also brought me the greatest rewards. It’s one of the few things in life in which you truly get out of it, what you put into it.

When it comes to matters of the heart, the patient and brave shall inherit the earth. I have been very patient my friends, I just hope now I am brave enough to carry on. Carry on into the future; carry on forever, seeing past the bad to enjoy the good, moving past the heartbreaks to cherish the heart-swells.

That alone is my goal now, that alone is my goal forever.




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Educational Psychologist enjoying life in the easy lane of retirement. After loosing my Husband of 20+ years in 2004 to Agent Orange I am traveling these open roads solo. Spent 2005 riding cross country relearning about me. What a beautiful country we live in, and what a way to learn about yourself. Have learned it never gets better just different. When I'm home I spend my time writing erotic poetry and stories for Harlequin Publications.

Very confident with myself. I have a very drama free life and plan on keeping it that way. Great children and great friends that I cherish and would do anything for. At this point in my life I am happy and content with everything around me.




In My Magical World Of Dreams

Today I paid an impromptu visit,
To a wonderful place that I know.
A place of beauty and enchantment,
Where laughter and happiness flow.

I gazed into a river of crystal clear water,
Saw a crocodile swim with a swan,
Espied a lion frolic with lambs,
On a gigantic emerald lawn.

I saw the birth of love ever lasting,
And the death of heartache and pain,
I sang with birds of many colors,
And bathed in the warm silvery rain .

I watched in starry-eyed wonder,
As dream upon dream came true,
I danced with joy, love and rapture,
As the music played right on cue.

I caught sunbeams with my fingers,
To make beautiful raiment's of gold,
Watched as a butterfly kissed a rose,
Such splendor to behold !

As you slumber my friend I'll take you,
And we'll sit by the pink coral reefs,
I'll show you the love and the beauty
That lies within my magical world of dreams….