The Weavers of Shared Dreams

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The first light of morning creeps through the slits in the curtains, painting pale, uncertain lines across the floor. I sit with my cup, which still warms my palms, watching the steam curl and vanish into the cool air of the room—just like the images from my dream that still weigh heavy on my eyelids, refusing to dissolve fully into wakefulness. There is something strange about this state between two worlds, a sense of the soul's permeability that is strongest in the early hours. I have always known that the night is not merely a time for rest, but a stage for deep, invisible work. But today I feel it with particular clarity: a dream is not just a personal archive; it is not merely a drawer for my own tidy or cluttered memories. It is a wide-open space in which I cease to be only "I" and become part of a vast, breathing network. As I watch the world outside slowly awaken, I realize how egocentric it is to believe that everything happening in our dreams refers solely to ou...

“Diary of an Artist’s Soul” – e-book

 

"Diary of an Artist’s Soul" - e-book by Anelly Aya

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From the Diary of a Highly Sensitive Child is a gentle and intimate invitation into the hidden world of a child who feels life more deeply than most. Told entirely in the child’s own voice, the book opens her heart wide, where tears become a language, dreams turn into maps of secret places, and silence transforms into a safe refuge. Each page feels raw and tender, offering readers a rare glimpse into the delicate balance of sensitivity, imagination, and hope.

When the world finally quiets at night, the child leans into her diary to share her truths. She writes about the booming voices of adults who forget how loud they sound, about classrooms that overwhelm her with constant noise, and about the ache she feels when Mom and Dad argue. She confesses her fears, her loneliness, her dreams, and her deep desire to be understood. Yet alongside these tender confessions live sparks of wonder. She introduces her secret friends—angels, animals, and imaginary companions who bring her comfort—and she shows how nature itself becomes her truest ally. Trees, flowers, and quiet corners stand beside her when the human world grows too heavy.

Through her words, the child teaches that crying is not weakness, but the voice of the soul speaking. She shares how dreams at night carry symbols, gentle messengers, and visits from loved ones, reminding her that she is never alone. Her reflections move softly between joy and sadness, proving that the world can both wound and sing at the same time. Even in heavy days, she carries hidden sparks of beauty—her laughter, her drawings, her small discoveries—that light her path.

What sets this book apart is its authenticity. The voice is childlike, simple, and fragile, as though the reader is holding a diary never meant to be read. The language is gentle yet full of power, carrying truths adults often forget. It is not a polished retelling through adult eyes but the living words of a child—innocent and wise, vulnerable and brave—asking for patience, tenderness, and real listening. In her voice, we hear not only one child but the echoes of all sensitive children who long to be seen and loved for who they truly are.

The diary ends with a heartfelt message to adults. The child pleads softly but clearly: slow down, remember, listen. She reminds parents and teachers that true love is not just gifts, advice, or rules, but presence, patience, and gentleness. She asks for hugs even in failure, for dreams to be given room, and for silence to be honored as sacred. Her final truth is both simple and profound: if you really hear me, you will love me better.

This book is not only for parents and teachers but for anyone who has ever been a child, anyone who has ever felt unseen, or anyone longing to reconnect with the quiet truths of love. From the Diary of a Highly Sensitive Child is a mirror to the soul, reminding us that behind every tear, every silence, and every dream lies a child—within or without—yearning to be heard. It is more than a diary; it is a gentle call back to compassion, presence, and love that listens.

 

 

 

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