her eyes are barely open
she is more asleep than awake
a heady, sweet fragrance beckons her toward the woodland garden
sparkles of light dance between willow branches as the sun gently lifts over the horizon
drinking in the pungent atmosphere
she breaths deeply and allows herself to dream…
Whether it’s peaceful woodland gardens, soft, calming surf, or the heady scent of peonies, summer is a dream. How easy it is to drift off into dreamland when laying on the cool, green grass, birds chirping, light flickering through the trees.
When we experience beauty, especially summer beauty I think, the joy centers of our brain send us a message, all is good, life is worth living, you have survived. We come down off our daily fight or flight adrenaline rush.
How much more so when we create beauty? Whether it be a work of art, a delicious meal, or an enduring friendship we must first envision the beauty we seek. Only when we allow ourselves the freedom of a dream-like state of being and let imagination run free, can we fully comprehend what we ourselves are capable of creating.