I have a dream...
I have a dream
where I wake to tales of collective joy,
possibilities pouring out like sunlight,
where the news tastes of nectar—
stories of giving, growing, belonging.
A refuge disguised as home,
one we never knew we needed,
because peace no longer hides.
It is simply the air we breathe.
I have a dream
where my heart breaks open, not from bearing the weight
of what is wrong,
but from the fullness of what is right.
Where the heaviness of what divides us
dissolves into the light of what unites us.
Where lungs fill with faith,
bellies expand with trust,
and every soul rises to meet the rhythm of freedom.
I have a dream
where harm fades into a memory we choose not to revisit,
where hurt no longer haunts the edges of our words or worlds.
Where thorns soften,
and every being blooms in harmony,
their roots tangled in love.
No one stands taller,
no one’s worth weighs more.
The very idea of hierarchy
becomes ash on the winds of change.
I have a dream
where horror no longer pulls us to our knees,
where we no longer beg for mercy
because mercy is the ground beneath our feet.
This dream is not built on thoughts or prayers alone—
it grows from the seeds of action,
from accountability,
from love made real.
I have a dream
where we feel,
truly feel—
the ripple of every choice,
the weight of every voice,
the warmth of every love,
the shadow of every loss.
Where feeling doesn’t break us—
it moves us,
it heals us,
it reminds us we are alive.
And as we feel,
the light finds us again.
What was dim begins to glow,
what was divided begins to delight,
and what we thought was truth
crumbles,
reforms,
and roots itself in love.
I have a dream
where my heart doesn’t brace for blows,
doesn’t carry the bruises of a broken world.
Where we are fed,
where we are free,
where enough spills over into abundance.
A dream carried in the bones of my ancestors,
who dreamed it before me,
who fought so I could see beyond survival.
We do not endure.
We expand.
We thrive.
I have a dream
where my breath fills easy,
my soul feels steady,
and the world I see is the world we’ve created.
We crossed the bridge together—
not by chance,
but by choice.
And still, I dream.
I dream of a light so vast it awakens us all,
a dawn that invites us to rise,
to love beyond what we’ve known,
to live beyond what we’ve accepted.
I dream of a day when dreaming itself
is not escape,
but embodiment.
A celebration of all we’ve become.
I have a dream
that we wake up,
not to what is,
but to what can be.
I have a dream.
I wonder,
Do you?
Hi y’all, What a week, and it’s only Wednesday. As you can read, and maybe even feel, I’m still being washed and inspired by the powerful work of MLK Jr., especially his call to dream—to believe in our dreams—and to make space for those visions that fill us with hope, love, and the deep knowing that we can rise. What a time for all of us dreamers, for all of us who have dared to imagine a world beyond the violence, hierarchy, and injustice that tries to freeze us in our tracks. What a time for those of us who are wide awake and still dreaming, who rise each day with courage, even when it’s hard to find the light.
I see you. I feel you. I breathe with you.
For every one of us who is tired, confused, or in sorrow—may we remember that the very ground beneath us can be the catalyst for all the ways we rise. Pain has woken me up. It has shaken me whole. And it’s positioned me in places where I can reclaim and resurrect my power.
These are the days we need our dreams.
We need our hearts to recognize just how disturbing this world can be, and yet, at the core of you and I, there’s nectar. There’s wisdom. There’s power to turn what once destroyed us into the very gold we rise from. This is the magic of dreaming and awakening, holding space for both.
I have a dream where I no longer need to catch my breath in response to the madness around me. I wish alongside these dreams for the peace to be with it all—because I see it. I see the sparks of our Sacred revolution happening every single day. We are not alone in this work.
Even in the face of trauma and tyranny, I believe that our hearts and souls will rise. We are waking up. And in that awakening, we will reshape how we have been shaped by this world that tries to numb us, to make us complacent, and have us forget just how powerful and purposeful we are.
So I ask you now—what are you dreaming about? What vision is bubbling up from inside of you, waiting to be seen? Can you feel the strength in holding both? In being awake to the reality of this moment and still holding space for what could be?
We need both. We need to stay woke. We need to dream.
So keep dreaming, y’all. And keep waking up to all that is—and all that’s possible.
and as always, I love you, I love you, I love you…
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