Like the true Pisces that I am, I am always conflicted between that which is practical and that which is desired.   Practical always seems to take precedence over desires in this world.  However, as I grow older and indulge my creative whims, I yearn to throw off the yoke of “sensible choices” and embrace my dreams.  It’s kind of scary when you’re in your mid-50’s and the maladies of old age begin to erode your energy, your finances and endurance.  Yet none of these frailties have touched my heart which still yearns to dream and be free.  Mentally, I am sticking my toe into the fire, hoping that one day I will have the courage to walk through the flames and into the world of possibilities.

My journey starts with a thread.  A golden thread.  The fibers are in my heart and pour through my fingers   Dreams, hopes, desires, visions of whispered possibilities, my hands and fingers now spin them, caress them into shape.  My imagination spins them into actual possibilities.  My desires and hopes ply these threads into dreams that have substance.  Now, the path begins to take form from these dreams as I knit and weave them into a cloak.  I will adorn myself with this cloak and eventually allow myself to walk through the fire to freedom.