I love that Don and I can dream together. That I can bring up crazy questions and he will play along with me. Questions like this from last night, inspired by a photo of a cliff that looked like one from Avatar, a lone man standing atop it and a small beaten path that seemed to be carved out for his trek alone.
"If you could go remove all manmade obstacles, and tourist from a single place to have just to yourself, where would you go?"
Yes, that is my muse asking — she has kept me content that I can see without going. That's what imagination can do. I know who my muse is, without a doubt. I walk with her and talk with her every chance I get, Creation. She is outside of every window I peer out. Every door that is closed is Narnia's portal.
My muse opens the jetties for me, fills me with inspiration, makes me believe in impossibilities, tells me not to confine myself to the grounded plains, to a calendar of years, but to reach now, today, for the skies, the treetops and beyond.
She's taught me to see what lies beneath the plastic and metal rebar and pylons. I can mentally remove everything from a scene. The big house on the peninsula, the dock, the boat, the cell towers, mosquitoes, and then, there it is — creation. The tundra is no longer private with million dollar price tags, it belongs to all of us, and always leads me to the ultimate creator.
I've been blessed to live in some beautiful places and there are some that I've longed to visit so badly, so long forgotten, not even on an an Atlas. I want to trek there by foot, like a nomad, holding a stick to a ground charged with the long dead sinew of the extinct eastern Chestnut, and the nascent frozen tundra of the ice age beneath it. My stick with a point would remove all obstacles and trappings of man along the way. Yes, that would be my superpower, busting obstacles.
And — all of this while I plan what I'm cooking for dinner. Can y'all tell I'm reading The Chronicles of Narnia? lol. Read books, get inspired.
The photo is mine, taken at Biltmore, Asheville.
