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Dream Come True

July 29, 2011

Sometimes.

as a little girl,

 you dream of a thing

and you wonder if it can ever really happen

because as a little girl, it seems so big, so impossible, so far away,

and then, as you grow older, 

as you grow up,

 maybe it slips into the back of your mind

and you forget about it, in the day to day

doing of life

that must be done.

And then an opportunity

to fulfill that dream

comes along

 and you snatch it,

damning the consequences,

and you make your dream come true,

and you get to live it through the eyes of your children

and your grown up self

and even though it was a small dream,

not an earth-shattering, life-changing kind of a dream

but a dream nonetheless…

sometimes it was everything you wanted

and needed it to be, and you remembered

how it big the dream seemed to you then,

how important it was to you,

and how all the things connected to it

made you who you are,

and maybe you tear up a little, hearing about the

telegram someone put in her pocket when she was

buried in her Girl Scout uniform,

having died of breast cancer

before pink ribbons festooned

everything;

about her unhappy, childless marriage

that ended in widowhood before the divorce could be finalized,

and then her search for purpose,

and her chance meeting with a man who just handed her

what she needed,

and a movement that has made 50 million girls

into resourceful young women

and a call to her friend saying

“come right over…”

and 100 years later,

the echoing of that call

that purpose

in my ears,

ringing loud and clear.

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Upon visiting the Juliette Gordon Low Birthplace, the founder of Girl Scouts USA, a hero and idol of mine since I was a wee Brownie.

 I remembered how much I loved being a Girl Scout, and I was shocked to learn how artistically talented Juliette was, and I was surprised at how I had forgotten – she created this worldwide movement for girls after losing hearing in both ears in her 20s. She was fierce, she was badass, and she was a total renaissance woman.  She did all the ironwork on the gates below. Amazing! I’m sorry for the crappy pictures. But it was a great experience!

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