I finally get it. The GIFT of imagination.
When I was little I believed the truck ramp on Highway 95 near our home led to the 1950's. The candy was cheap and the women sweeping the steps were kind to me with their eyes. I liked to talk about it with my mom while she was driving and remind her we should go there. I enjoyed believing this. The best part? My mom never told me it wasn't real. Bless you mom for this.
I have much more appreciate for imagination now and feel solid gratitude for the inspiration I find while my mind is wandering around in there. I have done photography for 2 decades and it is my first creative love......BUT, last year I bought a sewing machine on craigslist and started sewing and sewing and think I came close to sewing the house down while my husband was on a camping trip. Now my mind bursts open in the morning, I pour coffee in and enjoy what…
- Joined October 9, 2011
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