Prayer faith and vision plus real effort too.Blend them together for one potent brewThe magical spell to your dreams coming true.

Employing your imagination is the first step to the fulfillment of any dream.

Why only gaze at the stars Catch one

I believe in the uncommon the unusual and unlikely even the miraculous. I believe in nearly all things except impossibilities. That I cant fathom.

What do you mean I have to wait for someones approval Im someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support

Gavin stood within the trees observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious but she didnt open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done.All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words.Rainbows paint the sky til the sun melts their colors.Swinging in the wind whiskered cattails purr.The pigs gallop by and snort at the moonWhile frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.

When the girl didnt move Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks pink lips inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her he longed to know her name.Who are you he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time.Cocking his head he claimed I asked you first.No you didnt she protested shaking her red-hooded head I asked you at the same time you asked me.Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. Well then I suppose well have to go with girls first. His grin widened into a white smile.The girl gestured to herself. Im Little Red Riding Hood.He recognized the name of a fairytale character and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamers real name.Actually she confessed almost immediately Im not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle but Im pretending to be her becausewellbecause this is my dream and thats what I wish to dream about.Oh glorious day Hed learned her name Annabelle Annabelle What a perfectly sweet sound was this utterance of..Annabelle.

A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart soothes the soul and strengthens the imagination.

No one stands at the beginning of a race and then finds himself at the end having never taken a step forward. And if that were to happenthe sweat and struggle avoidedwhat stories would he have to tell The goal includes the journey its all part of the dream.

Your problem is in thinking the skys the limit. Why set limits