Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shears<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n by Marian Van Horn<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I have been working on letting go of things that no longer serve me. Past hurts, painful experiences, things that cause me resentment or anger. Then I had this dream the other night.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n A small 5-year-old child is floating around a room. I am watching her. She is about a foot above the ground and moving effortlessly. She is focused on doing that and nothing else; enjoying the simple movement as children often do when absorbed in the present moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When she floats by me, I ask, \u201cHow do you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looks down and says, \u201cWith these.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She pulls out a huge pair of silver shears. I am a little shocked because they are quite large and sharp and she\u2019s only five years old, so I worry a bit, but she hands them to me and says, \u201cYou try.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I take the shears and start to float. Not with as much ease as her, but I am able to skim across the room a few inches above the floor. 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