In my dreams I can fly

In my dreams I can fly.  I always have since as far back as I can remember.  I guess this is what you call a recurring dream but to me it feels like an extra skill! Well not one to put on the CV but its something I cherish.  I have flown across forests, lochs and mountains, round the room, the garden gate and beyond and always back home again.  I have on occasion flown to escape, never been caught and always, always woken happy that I can do this, I really can you know........

Well I haven't ever tried in real life, but in my dreams I just stand on my tippy toes, reach my hands to the sky and I lift, weightless, my will propelling me upwards.

I saw this beautiful illustration in a book I bought for the children at the weekend and it must have inspired my unconscious mind to take off.  I flew a wee bit last night but it was a bit hard, a bit laboured.  I hope that's not the end of it, I am hoping that its a bit like the magic of Father Christmas, you just need to believe......

{This post was inspired by Karen and her tales of Christmas books her family read - we have started the same tradition here so thank you so much Karen.}

{Thanks to Claire Fletcher for her kind permission to reproduce the image above from the book she illustrated for the author Angela McCallister 'The Snow Angel'.  It is sadly out of print but you can find a copy on Ebay or Amazon sellers if you look.  Go seek it out,  it is beautiful and check out Claire's website too, I am a little bit in love with her work.}

Please, please if you haven't already check out my friend Wendy's Arty Advent, an artwork a day through advent.  It is quite a special endeavour and she would love to hear from you if you fancy leaving her a wee comment! Find her here.