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