I don't know why you've chosen to read these words. What's going through your mind, your life, your world. I can only imagine. And I do. I wonder about you more than you might think.
And so much more.
I have been given a blessing that is a paradox. At once being infinitely individual, private and sought after, yet being shared and possessed by all of humanity. Every single one of us.
I share it in the words of this blog, in poetry and in particular my artwork. As much as I may share there is so much more that I do not and neither do you. This treasure is my imagination. I believe that my imagination is as one with my dreams and soul.
And that is why I say that no matter how much I share, voluntarily or otherwise, I would never be able to share all. Because my imagination is unlimited. My soul, fathomless and my dreams more beautiful than the blazing sun.
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” --Howard Thurman
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