I found this in a molskin journal. I don't really remember writing it, some of it comes back to me as I read it.
What do I dream of? This is the question I ask myself daily, on the hour, every minute- what suffocates the answer under lock and key is the death of my imagination- some call it waking up to reality- I call it insomnia, the inability to dream.
Joanna has lived a colorful life which has gifted her with a fluid awareness; keeping her in the moment. She shared thoughts with me on a wet summers evening. The rain has a way of unleashing silence on the world. As it pours we grow quite from within- retrospection- unlike the sun with it's brilliant warm and blinding reflections that pull us out into the environment where external chatter lies- combining the two will bring us into the present.
Joanna asked me to go back- back to the days of my girl hood. Days full of sunshine. What did I dream of being, who was I. Those days were filled with inner dreams and the beauty of living out those dreams in childlike play. A school teacher, an astronaut, a mom- no these heroes did not live in my fantasy. I was an actor,a playwright, an artist. I was in control of my environment and I had a job for anyone who stepped into it. Memorize these lines, you sit there, I need someone to run the camera!
Cartwheels, somersaults and twirling through the grass. If only we could spin and somersault into adulthood laughing with our dreams intact.
What did you want to be when you were six??
5 comments:
I wanted to be superwoman in flight! The closest i ever got to flying though, was lying on the pool table.
Remember that???
PS...I love your writing...this really was a beautiful blog - You should take up writing.
Michele, I must agree with Tara that you are an amazing writer. I really do love reading your blogs. And to answer your question, when I was six, I wanted to be a nurse. I'm glad I grew out of that fast. I can't imagine myself doing that. That's why I chose P.E. Good times. Hope Mexico City is still treating you well. Have a great week!
You have a rare ability to paint with words, Michele. Beautiful blog. Are you still writing your book? Hope so.
When I was six, I was a famous actress/performer. A platform in the back yard was my stage, as I sang, danced, and recited my lines in the magical world of make believe. Move over Maureen O'Hara (my favorite actress at the time)!
We're looking forward to seeing you "en Marzo".
Just thinking that an inviting aspect of a child's imaginary existence is that there are no rules except his/her own--it's a great escape--I certainly enjoyed it while I had the ability to move from one realm to another for hours at a time.
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