my dream day
My Dream Day
written by Britony.. in imagining a city set free.
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As the sun rises, I gaze at the beautiful mountains that surround me. I sip my coffee
and begin to journal about my personal thoughts and dreams. I write about whatever comes to
mind: goals, spiritual truths, comforting thoughts, fears, worries, and joys. I pray and spend time
communicating with God. I gain focus for my day.
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I decide to meet some friends at a local dance studio. The morning light reflects off of
the walled mirrors. The wooden floors are slightly dusty as we lightly take our first steps upon
them. As we play our favorite music, we begin to bravely improvise with stronger steps. We
feel the music. We let the music melt into our movements. We do not even watch each other.
We allow ourselves to let go of our inhibitions. We experience spontaneity and creativity in
powerful ways through dance.
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After awhile, we decide to collaborate together and create choreography. We choose
a song for the day that we all agree is one we want to create movement for. Each person
chooses a different part of the song to choreograph. Then, we create and discuss and
experiment until we have come up with a choreographed dance. We dance it and dance it until
it is our own. We are then ready to video record our finished dance and post it to a Facebook
page dedicated to dancers.
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The next part of my day takes me to a literary meeting made up of other individuals
who passionately enjoy reading and writing. We meet at a local library, coffee shop, park, etc.
We bring our favorite books and any pieces of writing that we have created. During this time,
each person chooses to write, read, share, or collaborate. We also meet with local writers such
as Connie Willis, Karla Oceanak, Sandra Kerns, or many others. We gain insights from their
expertise. I use this time to continue working on my fictional novel for teens. It focuses on the
lives of three strong young women and how their lives become significantly intertwined. I add
more to their stories, and I share my writing with other writers here. Then, I ask if anyone has
read any good books lately.
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As I say goodbye to the literary club, I head over to a local senior center and volunteer
my time. I meet one-on-one or with a group of several elderly individuals to give them my
undivided attention and interest. We create art together, read books, make music, talk about
memories, or paint nails and fix hair. I ask questions about their lives. I even just sit and hold
their hands. I want to show my new friends how much I care about them. How much I want
them to feel valued.
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As the late afternoon gets cooler with clouds and thunder in the distance, I know I have
another stop that I want to make. I arrive at Timberline Church, a local church in a very large
building. This is a church that I attend and lead music for on Sundays. I make my way to the
facility’s recording equipment, piano, and keyboard to experiment with writing songs. I begin to
sing, play, and write down lyrics. I record verses, choruses, and harmonies. If other musicians
are there, we jam together and record whatever results from the collaboration. We allow
ourselves to sink into the music and express ourselves freely. We use our passion for music to
create something new and beautiful.
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As the sun is setting and the day is coming to an end, I think over everything with
thankfulness. I reflect over each piece that I experienced and every moment I enjoyed. I let
myself appreciate all of my experiences without criticism or judgment. I say a prayer for each
individual that impacted my day and inspired me to try something new.
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Then, I dream about what I want to do tomorrow, and I smile . . . because I know it will happen.
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be you. 