Jeanne was talking about dreams in her blog. . .
When was the last time I thought about a dream of my own? There is an idea, which I have shared with a couple of friends, and perhaps it is a dream, but my practical, "real world" side tells me it won't happen, there is no way. . .
It gets tucked back in the corner of my mind. Some days the glint of sunlight will catch it, causing me to pick it up and hold it for a time. Thinking about the joy, the work, the possibilities. Could it? Could I? Would it? Wouldn't it? What if? Why not? How in the world?
Does anyone else find that life gets in the way of dreaming? The mundane, the difficult, even the pleasant duties of everyday keep us busy, too busy to stop and think about the endless possibilities that could be. . .
Fear keeps me from dreaming too big. It doesn't have a strangle hold on my dreams, but it surrounds my thoughts enough to keep them "practical," "realistic," and "useful." It keeps me from talking about dreams with too many people. Like Jeanne said, the fear of failure, or appearing foolish is strong.
There is work to be done, and dreams to be chased, so the next step is the first step and. . .
The first step is the dream. . .
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This is Liberty State Park, NJ. This is the train station that sent so many immigrants into the many parts of this great country. 
We began our trip in this building, but looking out from the ferry, we saw our next two stops.
Here we stepped through the doors of history, 
into the great hall where so many people held to what few belongings, if any, they brought with them. Where they answered questions, clinging to the hope that had brought them to these shores.
The girls and I went up to the observation deck. The crown was open, but we decided that might be too difficult (for me).
Lady Liberty
As you look out beyond the monument, you can see the skyline of the city. It was a cloudy day, so it was difficult to see, but if you look closely. . .
and a black wire rack that holds many of my supplies, as well as many of the magazines I keep for leafing through when I hit a slow idea day. 
I also have some white cubes that hold my papers, paints and miscellaneous this-n-thats that I use for creating. 
My brushes are held in a small clay pot that my mom gave me. It has yellow and red tulips painted on a dark green background. My colored pencils are in a can that I covered with paper and ribbon, with a tag to label them. Some of my paints are in boxes that I covered with scraps of paper to make them more interesting.
