Imaginative productivity begins for me in the realm of possiblitity. The place between safe spaces and a great gulf that separates my peace from chaos and mayhem. The time of sunshine’s kiss and mountains’ bliss. The season that reigns justice and makes me feel at ease; I incline to release there. The great exhaling of wind graciously given by the One Who is Breath.

i BREATHe.

The place where dreams roam free and freedom is real. When the clock ticks slowly so I can really enjoy the fundamental of being….of existing. A time in which the essence of beauty becomes something new and I embrace it with no explanation needed.

i SIGh.

Ah, but a memory…I remember…a time that is not yet existent and yet has already happened. Where possibility lives and doesn’t fail. I look again to when the sun shines and clouds kiss the sky…the wind dances in the firmament.

i LAUGh.