The other day during my walking workout; I had an encounter with nature. This experience inspired me to write the following poem “Who Is Buzzing Around Your Dreams?”. Truth be told, I had thought I saw an eagle soaring in the sky above me, when actually it was a Turkey Buzzard / Turkey Vulture. I discovered its true identity during my return lap and under closer inspection… I looked down and saw a family of them and a Black Vulture resting underneath a tree. ## Who Is Buzzing Around Your Dreams Be careful of the company that you keep when you are birthing dreams. Make sure you are soaring with the eagles…
What is the purpose of purpose? Is it not what motivates us to get up in the morning to pursue things that seem so far off that if only a dream? For what is a dream? The stuff of our imaginations slowly peeking at the walls of our containment; slowly taking form in our reality if only we dared to believe… AND step out. I purpose to dream… BIG what about you?