The Dark Side of the Wall
felt very bad that day and so I decided to have a walk into the nature
to get out of my bad mood. I didn’t think about where I should go and
ran around just following my nose. I reached a wall and walked along
it. It was shady on this side of the wall and so it was cold. I longed
for sun and warmth and the desire of getting to the other side of the
wall grew up.
I walked along the dark side of the wall, hoping that I could find a
way to get to the other side of the wall, the light side. I looked for
a door or a hole to get though or a suitable place to climb over the
wall. But I wasn’t successful.
In time I felt tired and cold; that not enough it had started raining and
the rain got worse. I found a dry place under a tree. I sat down,
snuggled myself into the coat to warm myself, listened to the raindrops
falling on the leaves and closed my eyes.
I saw me walking along the dark side of the wall, hoping that I could
find a way to get to the other side of the wall, the light side.
Suddenly I found the door. It was easy to open and I got into a very
The garden was very big, I couldn’t see an end. I saw large blooming
trees and a seemingly endless meadow full of flowers; one flower more
beautiful than the others; birds were singing; the sun was shining and
warming me. I took off my coat. I enjoyed what I saw and what I heard.
I felt that everything was alright.
“You’re welcome;” I heard a female voice speaking, “I’ve expected you.”
I turned around and saw a Lady. She was very beautiful and she had
these bright eyes, eyes full of life and full of love.
“Me?” I answered
“You followed your dream, didn’t you?” she replied.
beautiful garden.” were the only words I could find.
“You did a step
into your dream.” she explained and continued, “You can stay as long as
you like. But before you leave the garden again please pick one of
these flowers and take it with you.”
“Isn’t the flower dieing when it
is picked?” I asked her sorrowful.
She smiled and answered, “The flower
is living as long as your dream is living.”
Although there were flowers everywhere it was an easy choice for me
which of all these flowers I’d like to take with me. I stepped into the
meadow and picked one flower. I felt that this one belonged to me. I
held it near my chest and smelled its sweetness.
“So take care of your
dream flower,” she said and repeated, “Live your dream and the flower
I opened my eyes and I felt warm. I had a smile on my face. I looked
around and saw my coat beside me. The rain had stopped, the birds were
singing again. My right hand lay on my heart and my fingers were still
holding the imagined flower.
I stood up, still smiling. The dark side of the wall wasn’t as dark as
before. This imagined flower seemed to lighten the darkness. I
continued my way easily and full of hope.
Copyright © Ingrid Prohaska
about the importance of dreams in my life
8/4/2009 12:00:00 AM
on my blog http://dancingella.blogspot.com/