I want to thank all of my readers and friends for sticking by me during my move and the disappearance of my computer. I got it back in a little over a month but it was damaged. The insurance company is paying for the repairs.
Now that I am back I thought I would share one of my favorite poems with you. It is important to not only dream but to work to make those dreams become reality. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
“So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams,
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream
Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten dream.”
—Alice Dunbar Nelson
Alice was born in New Orleans to a seamstress and a merchant marine. She was raised in the Creole culture. She became a teacher, journalist, and political activist for African Americans’ and women’s issues. She also kept one of the only know diaries of a nineteenth century woman of color.