I am a woman of dreams, hopes, and moonlight wishes.   I think on a fathom by fathom level.   My mere, watching a movie, can change my outlook on life and people.   My thinking goes beyond the Continental Divide.   Sometimes I ponder that I was born in the wrong era.   Oh, yes.   I am an old soul.   Heels I could adorn with fancy hat, a glide of red lipstick and there!   The 1940’s would swish back.   An old soul, that I am…I say, “Yes sir! And thank you, ma’am!”   My heart is like Secretariat’s; big, powerful, and runs the race of life.   I am an old traveling soul.   I must sail away and be exploring bold.   Gypsy bells and cymbals adorn my waist, to the Emerald Isle I must make haste! My heart often settles on the Giant’s Causeway on the shores of Ireland.   My soul oft travels the streets of Dublin.   Music delights in the background, while I sip on some Irish tea at elevenses, as the green souls say.   A biscuit treat sweeps me off my feet and back down on cobblestone