*Native Americans believe that the night air is filled with dreams both good and bad. The dream catcher when hung over or near your bed swinging freely in the air, catches the dreams as they flow by. The good dreams know how to pass through the dream catcher, slipping through the outer holes and slide down the soft feathers so gently that many times the sleeper does not know that he/she is dreaming. The bad dreams not knowing the way get tangled in the dream catcher and perish with the first light of the new day.

sna-forever:

“كطائر ورقي طرتُ من يدهِ بالخيط يُسقطه ، بالخيط يُعليه”

noretuek:

♥

When the blazing sun is gone,
When nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

You are the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights that travel in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Have you ever thought about
how many people think about
you?
It’s so bizarre…
Imagine someone, out of the
blue, thinking of your face. Something happens; they
remember you. Your favorite
song, how you dress, the way
you talk, the look in your eyes
when you are happy. They
remember that about you,
even if you haven’t seen
each other in years…
Everything in life is a reminder
of a person, a place, a moment.
You may think you’ve been
forgotten, but you haven’t. 🐚🎵