My Roommates Have a Dream
As I came home, my roommates were hard at work… living the life of Riley and painting to their hearts’ content in the setting sun.
A quick set of snapshots, and voila… I share with you.
About This Dream of Theirs…
They were born with their desire to paint, draw, create artworks. A natural genetic proclivity to do precisely what it is they do NOW. They brought their childhood dreams with them to adulthood.
Now I wasn’t born with a dream, or, if I was, I’ve forgotten. Could it be true, that we’re all born with this DREAM thing? I don’t think so…
I read this story about a world class violinist who used to stretch rubber bands across two dresser knobs and twang them. We all know the rest of THAT story. He became his dream. He became the major twanger of all twangers.
Me? I never strung rubber bands between two anything. What I DID do was clunk my Barbie dolls heads together and tossed them around like boomerangs.
Didn’t like those skinny little plastic twits.
I used to LOVE to write on blackboards. Ahhhh…. I could be a Blackboard writer.
What else?
Draw horses. All day long, draw draw draw horses. But, my drawings are exactly the same as they were when I was 7. No better!
Let’s see…
I really loved birdwatching early in the morning. And collecting caterpillars in little index card boxes with leaves and water.
i really hate to do that now.
My favorite thing of all was playing outside and running amongst wild woodland and mountain paths, jumping into turquoise pools of fragrant clean water, climbing huge tall branchy lofty trees until the ground grew distant as the the moon from Earth.
Last time I looked, no one was looking to hire a running jumping mountain path hopping 8 year old.
But… upon some reflection… as a tiny little babe, my mother observed me crudely typing on her keyboard sharing thoughts, trivia and observations in a foggy bloggy kind of way.
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