So here we are in the fog on the purported edge of essence and matter.  Humans–the stuff makers, the manifesting extension of Gaia Mother, Cosmos Father. All you see around you came from a human thought–even the plants, the trees in the neighborhoods, the movies, the concrete, the wars, the awards, the scientific “advancements” pretending to discover that which was already there.

The funny part is that we don’t really have to do anything but dream.  Dream strong, dream true, dream at night, day dream, vision and visualize.  A thought plus a feeling regularly watered and nurtured becomes a thing.

Let’s try it.  Grab a wispy dream–not a big one, but one that perhaps can fit in a day or on your kitchen counter, or carry in your hands.  See it in your mind’s eye.  If you can, tell one good friend, or one good stranger, or write it down in a paragraph or two.  The trick is to see and feel and write it as if it has already happened. 

Well, I’m going to give it a go with a book in a month.  It might be a bigger than a breadbox kinda thing, but it calls to me.  Can’t see it as a novel, but let’s play with it.

Partnering with whatever the Divine is, whoever, whatever set the universe in motion to yield this wondrous orb of blue-green, the silvery moon, the warmth of the sun, the spectacle of the mountains, the brillliance of the dawn.  There is a Life Artist out there, and She is calling for me to join Her.