When I was young…

Rach on bikeWhen I was young I dreamed of being a Princess, loved and adored, pampered and preened. I was kind and loving and magic happened around me. Love was everlasting and everything was achievable.

When I was young I dreamed of being a Witch, wriggling my nose, transforming at my will. I was kind and loving and magic happened around me. Love was everlasting and everything was achievable.

When I was young I dreamed I talked to animals, listened and understood their conversations. I was kind and loving and magic happened around me. Love was everlasting and everything was achievable.

When I was young I dreamed I created healing potions, to cure the sick and heal all injuries. I was kind and loving and magic happened around me. Love was everlasting and everything was achievable.

When I was young I dreamed of being a performer, singing and dancing creating emotional moments. I was kind and loving and magic happened around me. Love was everlasting and everything was achievable.

Now I am older, I dream I am unique, meaningful and accepted for who I am and all I have to offer. I am kind and loving and magic does happen around me. Love is everlasting and everything is achievable.

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About R Congues

Funny enough, this blog has become the expression of my hopes, dreams, love and experiences. It came about because of the situation I discovered I was in, and I am delighted to see it grow and heal into something different: I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.) I am simply expressing my experience in my own unique way.
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