Inspiration

By: Cassandra Green

When I close my eyes, I see dreams swirling around in the air and a girl standing in the middle of them. 

She just stands there, still. She lets the dreams circle her like a universe around her mind, her hands, her wrists, waist, ankles, feet. They tell her stories, sharing little secrets - quiet meddlings to dream a little more. She leans in and smiles as they swell by, whispering, letting tiny giggles escape their small hemispheres. It’s worlds upon worlds, options and directions. 

Want-ings and need-lings all creating and planting ideas. They soar past! She doesn’t reach out - just leans with the flow of each orbit, letting tiny gravities pull her ears into imaginative conversations. They pass, free of any reach or pull from her, letting them be exactly where they are, what they are. They keep going the direction they’re meant to go. 

She listens, observes, notes and becomes familiar with each thought and territory. Territories and entrustings that ebb and tangent. Sweet melodies and harmonies that all alone simply float, but together create a universe. A universe that invites her in. 

She loves their circling, loves that they know their own boundaries. They simply orbit and circle and let moons, suns and stars grow within their magical atmospheres. They let her take her own direction and simply follow her movements. Not for want, but for natural assortment, an artist’s calling. So she walks. Little worlds of wonder and power, adventure and mischief all around her, fueling her nights and days. Ideas and moments that start small and grow in their own ways, like vines that wrap and climb. So she rises with them.