7 November 2012
As the last star of night blinks it's eye and goes to sleep, the golden light of dawn washes colour across the land. A new day is born. A very special day, like no other that has ever been or will be again. I look out my window and see trees of stunning majesty. The light playing softly on leaves of russet and gold. I hear the sound of birdsong, pure joy in every note as they enjoy the warmth and beauty of this very special day. I write this letter to you, dear people from the future, in this the last days of December in the year 2012. The Mayans called this "The end of times." And to me this means the end of the times we know. Not the end of the world as do many around me predict. How many many people, of my world today, do not realise the immense power they have at their disposal. The power to choose in each and every moment how they'd like their world to be. Indigenous peoples of our time dream the world anew each night. A slate washed clean and fresh. The sea of possibilities. What do you wish for your day? I hope with all my heart it will be so beautiful, so very special, that your soul will sing with joy.
Much love to you and many many blessings as your special day dawns anew. Diana ✨
Dreams Of Tomorrow • Opuss № I