THERE WON'T BE TRUMPETS

This is the title of one of my favorite songs from the Broadway musical, “Anyone Can Whistle.”

My soon-to-be-six year-old daughter, Maya, came home with a piece of artwork from school last week. It is on pale blue construction paper, with a big white cloud glued to it.

On the cloud are multi-colored hearts and written below the hearts she wrote: “I have a dream that 1 day there will be no war.”

Wow. I do not think I was dreaming that at 6--were you?

No, I think at 6, I was dreaming that I would outgrow my bedwetting. Or that the local crossing guard would stop calling me names. Or that I would be less bashful.

I think at 6 I was dreaming that my Dad would take more of an interest in me, that my Grandfather would be nicer, and that my newly born brother would make life a bit happier for me.

So now, some decades later, I do not need to worry about any of that stuff. The journey was taken, the conflicts eventually resolved. I hobbled through those early years,

making many wrong turns, and, occasionally, a few right ones.

Which leads me to Facebook.

Facebook has whooshed me back to certain landmark watershed moments from this amazing journey. Not always pleasant ones, I admit--I have been reminded through

those who I have friended and who have friended me that I have made mistakes, hurt some people along the way, done and said things that I would not do today.

Facebook, you have humbled me. And quieted me.

There wonʼt be trumpets. There is a quiet revolution that has been happening inside of me for quite some time. It is gaining strength, but it needs to stay quiet. For my sake. I will not come out as loudly as my daughter and declare to the world what I dream. This is for me. This is my time. My turn.

I have been loud in the past about my dreams. Some came true, others did not. And when they did not, I put on the brave face, masking my disappointment and distress. BUT--the sky did not fall, my life was in no danger, but I do feel as if I lost something.

So when I work with my clients I like to stress that change, real change, should be quiet, subtle, loving and cherished. And when it comes, look out--it is an incredible sensation.

So do not ask me what my dreams are. They are mine. I keep them tucked away in a peaceful place, where I can bring them out when I want.

You can have your trumpets.