When I was young
When I was young I would sit on the swing-set starring at the sky. I noticed how time would fly and my thoughts would land like bumble bees kissing a flower, never staying on one subject too long. I guess that was when I learned that my soul and spirit could float and my imagination could imagine, ever though my feet were firmly planted in my present moment. I remember this day because I remember thinking when I am older I want to remember this day…How the clouds are making shapes like horses and cows and the wind was blowing them around, and for the span of 2 hours I was lost in my thoughts. I smile as I write this in my journal because it is something I didn’t want to forget about myself—even though my feet are firmly planted in the present moment, my soul, spirit and mind can dream and visit anywhere, all I have to do is go outside look up and imagine my world however I want it to be. Maybe it’s my gypsy soul, who knows, it’s such a nice thought for today, so I’m going to think it.