imagine

This, here, is our life.

Every single day.

Creating! Dreaming! Wondering!

Always in a floating other-world
of art, music, words.

Always

at our heart—

our Creative selves.



I think it comes down

to a single word:
                  
                                Imagine

It's the core and blood and depth of us.

It is the True of Us. The Us of us.

I think we'd be lost without it.  :)

So…

•

Today, at sunset

my girl and I went walking

with the dog, of course, and he bounded and we?

Well, we looked up

and saw the birds dancing in the sky.

We sat and watched them

and the dog lay his old self down beside us to wait

(thinking, what sort of walk is this?)

And my girl said, They are so lucky. 

Later, I sat here and found a film of birds

on the world wide web 

to show and share

(and see? this is how it looked, a little and a lot, just like ribbons and dancing souls)

While at the same time,

(and while my boy sat with a kitten on his lap, reading poetry to us out loud)

my girl wrote a poem 

about the birds we had seen in the sky.

Here 'tis:

Sunset

in the early night sky

sunset colours flash

and birds circle

and swoop and sing

the night-time song.

•

So

for the True, the Deep, the Us of us, 

I am grateful.

I am 

all-the-way-through

'til-my-heart-creaks!

glad.

.