Yesterday I wrote about clouds. Today's post is a different take on the same.
As a child, I saw animals, trees, dragons, fairies, and even the occasional cow in clouds. My active imagination knew no boundaries. As an adult, I lost much of that ability. My mind was cluttered with the busy-ness of life. Important things, I told myself. Necessary things. And maybe they were ... are. But how sad that I lost so much.
Where did that creativity go? Did it just evaporate? Or is it still there, buried beneath worries, grief, and other burdens that make up so much of this mortal existence? I don't know, but I'm going to try to unearth that child-like imagination.
Joy for today: setting my imagination free.