Ever since I was a little girl, I have wanted to believe in wee folk, fairies, wood elves, whatever you like to call the sprightly creatures. My rational mind tells me that this is foolishness; yet my thoughts easily go back to playing in the woods, laying out little half nut-shells for their beds under the trees when I visited glens like this one near Killarney, Ireland.
Call it too many viewings of “Peter Pan” as a child, or simply a yearning to fly in heaven one day. God has placed in me an intense desire to fly someday…whether in a plane, or better yet, free-flying like a bird. I have these amazing flying dreams where I can fly, and I never want to wake up. Others in my immediate family have had these kind of dreams also, and they are a big hit with all of us. How about any of you? Had any awesome flying dreams lately? If so, please share. If not, please don’t laugh out loud too raucously. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa