A good day must begin with a good morning. I tend to awaken well before I need to be somewhere because I like to have time to gather myself. This morning, I rose a little earlier than usual. That small amount of time allowed me to be slightly productive before cajoling Handsome out of his slumber. As we finished breakfast, distant thunder grumbled. I could feel myself wilt slightly because I don’t like thunderstorms. Rumbles and groans are fine, but the sudden sharp cracks that make the world feel like it’s splitting are not my favorite. As I looked at the sky dubiously, Handsome grabbed a blanket and we wrapped ourselves together. Cuddling me tight, he also distracted me by talking about distant dreams. Whispering of travel and things that we are hoping to do in the near future. The window was open, the air crisp for summer, only inviting me to burrow closer to my mate. Even when the storm tapered off, he nuzzled deeper into the snuggle as I turned on a podcast. I spent the rest of the my time before work intermittently knitting and scratching his head. Such simplicity, but tastes of honey and joy fill my mouth just thinking on it. A lovely morning, and I am blessed.
The day itself is proving to be fairly quiet, although I did get a chance to talk to one of my dear friends,Newsqueen, on the phone which completely warmed my life all over (and hopefully a chat with Persephone on the morrow!). However, I have been receiving many subtle urges to think a little more beyond this day. First of all, I awakened to a message that another blogger liked one of my posts. After looking over her blog, http://lesleycarter.wordpress.com/, I was utterly enchanted by all of her adventures. Add to this the fact that I listened to a wonderful podcast, Cogknitive, and the fabulous Dr. Gemma’s strategy of the episode spoke directly to my heartstrings. Basically, the strategy was to live as if you are not afraid. She spent a great deal of time talking about a fellow podcaster’s son who is going to hike the Colorado trail, and that he had taken the time to plan the expedition well so that he could do it without fear. She encouraged me, and all her listeners, to dream of doing the sorts of things that might make us appear a little crazy. Not to dream in an impulsive manner, but to really plan and think with an endpoint so that our castles may some day have foundations in reality. Both these media, podcast and blog, began to gently push my mind into one of my own dream castles that currently sits in a fragile place in the heavens. I am so young, just a baby really. When else am I going to have the time and the lack of responsibilities to pursue the things I admire in the clouds? Already I can feel myself getting tangled in the quagmire of the adult world, and it sings very sweetly that I should just relax in the swamp where I am and just build from that. No. No. No. I refuse that song for now. I will concede the battles I must, and surrender what is necessary to survive here. However, I want to dream, and I want to dream with conviction and an active pursuit of making those phantasms a reality. My mind has already started the planning, but it is too fragile to write about the specifics now. I need to sit on it for a while, let it hatch, feed it in the tempestuous stages, and then, only when it is ready, jump on its back to fly away. Castles and gryphons, such is the stuff I imagine my dreams are spun from.