Like many child, I dreamt a lot. Eyes wide open, day and night. I didn’t sleep much. I lived with fairies hidden in flowers and trees; wolves in my closet; pirates under my bed. I dreamt of other parents, other friends, of having brothers to protect me.
I grew up and continue to dream. Today I live with whales whispering forgotten stories of the earth; civilizations disappeared a long time ago; wandering souls seeking redemption.
The only dream that never faded was of becoming a writer. Dreaming of telling the stories of all the invisible things I see and hear around me. I paint my world with words.
And I know that I will dream up until the end. My last breath will be a story, an invention, a dream.
I am a dreamcatcher.
With great respect and love!