Open Skies

When i was 10, i had one dream..to travel. I wanted to see OPEN sky. I lived in a small home, with iron bars on every window..and the houses crowded next to each other. It was lovely though to just have a home. We started out in a wooden house in a village and that seemed poor but it was heaven to me because it was surrounded by nature..and i could run free outside. Here in the city behind iron bars i was grateful to have the washroom inside, where i could turn on a light, instead of outside..where it was pitch dark. Yet i had traded a safer washroom for my ability to run outside and play. Outside cars passed by and i was kept in all the time where it was 'safe'. So i got used to those bars..but i never stopped dreaming that somewhere was a life for me without bars and with plenty of sky. Someday i would be free to BREATHE in the open air.

At 18, I earned a scholarship to study in New Zealand - also known as Aoteroa. Land of the Long White Cloud. Which meant it was FULL OF AMAZING OPEN SKY. All my dorm rooms in New Zealand had no bars and always, i got the room with a view of open sky. I travelled all of New Zealand during summer and had my fill of open skies. My dream had come true. I cherished and savoured every minute of it.

I still look for a patch of open sky every day. Standing on a beach, driving in a car, sitting at a park, standing in my yard with my eyes upward. I NEVER take it for granted. It reminds me where i was once was, and where i am now. Open air and open skies remind me daily that DREAMS DO COME TRUE ~




Originally posted on Facebook Fan Page on Monday, 24 May 2010