I don’t know about you, but I have often been accused of this. In a world where unfortunately, many people have lost touch with their inner child, is it really a bad thing to have one’s head in the clouds? Thank God, I never have to wonder where my inner child is. Why? Well I owe complete gratitude to my mom and dad. They ensure I remain in touch with that little girl who always dreamed of magic, unicorns, faeries, flying brooms, and other ‘impossibilities’. To this day, I still believe in such things. The world would be a pretty boring place if we all stopped believing.
Having my head in the clouds just provides me with a whole magical garden full of whatif flowers, just waiting for those like me, to help them bloom. The ‘what-ifs’ are food for dreamers and writers alike. Each whatif flower can give bloom to more, simply through our belief. So what exists in your garden in the clouds? Are your whatifs made of magic and fantasy? Heartache and woe? Retribution? Mystery? Or perhaps they are made up of something else entirely.
Now with all of the talk of gardens in the clouds and what not, I must give my allegiance to the whatif flower which inspired this post… Margay Leah Justice
Thanks for inspiring me mom, dad, and of course …Margay! Oh and don’t forget to share!
