Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 

                    – He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by WB Yeats

 I came across this poem a few weeks ago, and it struck a chord with me. Very often standing up or speaking out we put our dreams on the line. Seth Godin explores this in V is for Vulnerable. Its a risk, sometimes dreams get trampled on, ignored, not appreciated or undervalued – that goes with the territory.And sometimes (yay!) someone gets it.

So tread carefully…

Cheers

J.