DREAM WEAVER 

The Dream Weaver was a birthday present to myself - a day of painting what ever I wanted - no should coulds and woulds.
So the Dream Weaver began as a birthday gift. A gift I treated myself with on my actual birthday.
A whole day spent playing, dreaming and allowing my creative muse to take over and paint whatever flowed onto the canvas.
I knew by the end of that day that there was a little bit of my soul magic on the canvas.
And instead of picking up my to-do list the next day (and for the next week), I kept returning to the Dream Weaver.
I kept listening to the muse, to my heart until they said stop.
And so I stopped, and I left her on my easel until, like my petulant teenage self, she began to speak to me again. And she told me ‘dark stars and splashes of gold’.
And so I listened.
During that first week of creating Dream Weaver, I had begun to call her the Spell Caster, as it felt like she had cast a spell on the studio, however, when she finally began to speak to me again, she told me her name was Dream Weaver.
And I realised that into the very fabric of her canvas, I had literally woven in my dreams. The stars, with their dark shimmery glitter, and the golden dandelion sparks represent the dreams I’ve whispered into the dark night.
Some of my dreams are still hiding in the dark, whilst others are working their way into the bright, into the light and ready to be seen by the world.
A birthday dream, a wish cast and an abundance of joy received.
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