Dream Again (Changing the title)

Even as I sit here writing this, I find myself reaching for the right soundtrack. At first, it was Cure by Moonchild, smooth and familiar, but something in me shifted. So, I changed the song. Now, Dream Again (Live) by James Fortune is playing, and those lyrics hit different—

"Have you had thoughts in your mind, that your greatest season has passed you by…"

Whew.

If I’m being honest, that’s exactly where I’ve been sitting lately. In that space of wondering if my best years are behind me. If I’ve already done all I was meant to do. For the last few weeks, I've felt like I’m on a new path, one that’s completely unknown. A lot of me died when I walked away from my business, but something has been growing in my spirit, a quiet whisper saying it’s okay to dream again.

Do you remember when you were a kid and you had all these dreams? You were gonna be everything. That’s the place I’m stepping back into. I’m realizing that this is the perfect time to begin to dream again, and I am more than ready.

I had lost it all. I wasn’t seeing in color anymore. Everything felt muted, gray, lifeless. But yesterday, something shifted. On my way into work, I was listening to John Coltrane's A Love Supreme—not knowing that Robert Glasper had remade it. The music washed over me like a wave, and suddenly, I began to see a vision.

I saw a beautiful woman—so chocolate, with Billie Holiday vibes, her royal blue dress flowing as she moved. Her hair was swirling in flips, radiating a love that was unmistakable. Birds of paradise were placed on the tables throughout the lounge, where jazz music was playing. It was like I was inside this dream, feeling the warmth of the scene. And do you know what I thought?

This is how my mind comes up with flower arrangements.

Crazy, right? But hear me out. Each arrangement that touches my hands gets a name. And this one, this vision, is named Shellane. She’s curvy, with deep tones and bold flair throughout. She embodies everything I’ve been feeling lately—alive, vibrant, full of color, and ready to be shared with the world.

See, my dreams are back. I can see in color again. That feeling is indescribable. To finally see the world as I used to—full of possibilities, full of passion, full of authenticity. This is the part that’s been gone for over two years, and if I’m being real, I didn’t know if it would ever come back. So many dark days.

But that color—oh, that color came rushing back with Coltrane’s horn blaring and the smooth feel of the piano. It made me fall back in love with the thing that allowed me to see the world in color. It’s like I was reminded that the vibrancy of my spirit is still here.

And as I sit here writing this, Dream Again is playing through my iPhone speakers, and I just think of all the things I want to do. I’m more than overjoyed. I’m thrilled by the thought of what’s to come. So, I’m leaving this here for you:

Stop listening to the outside noise. Stop worrying about what people think. Begin to dream again.

Yes, you were hurt. Yes, you lost everything. I get it. I’ve been there too. But someone—someone has to see your dream. Someone has to experience the color that’s inside your mind. It’s so beautiful, and it’s yours to share with the world.

It feels so good to be here. To be present. To be alive in my dreams again. Embrace it. Embrace your dream, and let it come to life.

It’s your time to dream again.

With love,
Ronisha 💛