Sounds evocative of tuned in living were attractive, once upon a time. Eyes could be closed and images would emerge of freedom, agency and connection.
With the passing of time and benefit of experience, it became clear that these notions were products of an expansive imagination. The real deal was a lot less exciting.
So what does one do with the dreams and visions? Creative practice provides an outlet for making them real.
Myth makers are privileged in this way. Securing space for wings to flap enables them to fly.
Is there anything more precious than this in life?
