Today, a fragment of a story showed up. Does this happen to you? What if there was a young girl who was born in a time where she couldn’t do what her heart desired. She lived her life as expected. She always met expectations but her heart soared higher than her community could see. This young girl grew into a proper woman, the men would tip their hats to her, the ladies would smile because she looked normal. But inside her imaginary world there were ideas that would transform the world. The odd thing is that these ideas were not mere flights of fancy. This young girl who became a mother was a prophet.

Maybe it was in some dna transfer or gene memory, maybe it was nurture, maybe it was experience but the daughter made her mothers dream a reality. The expectations of the culture had changed, the audience was ready for these ideas that would transform the world. But this daughter also had dreams that her mother had not imagined. The world was not ready for these thoughts. The time was not right. She lived a remarkable life balancing between the reality that was forced upon her and the imagination that pushed her beyond the ordinary. She was a prophet, because her imagination became reality, but not in her time.

There was a woman, who inherited these dreams at the right time. She was the one that could live beyond expectations. She had a freedom that had not been given to her mother and grandmother. She had extraordinary ideas that could revolutionize the world. The time was right but now the barrier was not external like her foremothers had faced, it was internal. She dismissed these ideas because she did not believe in herself.

Will the world be changed by these ideas? Will flights of imagination become reality? Is the world ready for a new direction? Is she ready for the freedom that this generation has given her?

So now, if I can just write 20 chapters or so I might have a book.