Foggy morning here.... I love waking up and seeing fog out the window. It's like waking up in another world and for just a few hours you could be the only house on the planet. The cocoon of fog around our house is comforting and the silence is golden. Looking out over the lake I can almost imagine magical creatures coming out to play on the water's surface, or transport myself to medieval times and picture knights on their horses thundering through a foggy morning forest. My imagination is inspired by the misty scene out my window today, and for just a small space of time I am not myself, but instead am a wisp of dew on the tip of a flower.
Being able to lose myself in the moment is a luxury I don't often have anymore.... life is so full and unpredictable. I miss the days of sitting in a chair by the window and watching our birds come to eat at the feeders, lying on the sofa and losing myself in a good book, or relaxing in a lawn chair and listening the sounds of the neighborhood: lawnmowers, birds, dogs barking, children playing, bugs buzzing around my head.... but, most of all I miss the time spent giving in to my imagination. As an artist, my mind works from inspiration and imagination.... both harder to find these days amid the day to day problems that come with my much busier life. Precious moments alone with my thoughts are usually filled with ponderings on work and relationships - fewer and fewer thoughts trend toward the fanciful or imaginative. Do we lose our innocence when this happens? Do we lose the ability to identify with the inner child hidden within all of us? As adults, do we permanently forget how to look at the world in wonder? I certainly hope not.... Our inner child keeps us young, it keeps hope alive in our hearts, and it allows us to dream beyond our wildest dreams. Keep dreaming.... the world needs more hope.
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