"I was a little Girl
alone in my little world
who dreamed of a little home for me
I play pretend between the trees
and fed my house guests bark and leaves
and laughed in my pretty bed of green."
~ Priscilla Ahn
I didn't write that poem, but I know that little girl. She was me. I played in a garden beside our house just far enough away from the yelling and screaming.
And in that garden, with encouragement from the weeds, stray dandelions and sea breeze, I learnt to imagine things bigger than myself. Dreams.
I learnt to imagine dreams.
The only time I play in gardens now is with my little boys, but I haven't forgotten the imagining.
Sometimes if I get stuck for words, stuck in my writing or stuck in my living I remember that little girl.
She didn't need anything more than bark and leaves to dream.
What about you? Where did you learn to dream and how do you get back to that place if you need to?