It is a beautiful thing to hear people open up about their dreams and hopes. Some of these hopes and dreams have remained buried for years and then something happens- in the case of last week, with people facing up to retirement- and these dreams begin to spill out.
You might not always hear them: ‘tread carefully, for you tread on my dreams’ is very true: most will not tell you their dreams, unless they trust you and you allow the space for them to tumble out.
And then they do- and when they do: and I get to hear more than my fair share, you step back and are awed at so much going on in seemingly ‘average’ lives.
When it happens, I can always hear this song in my head.