My thoughts have been full of poetry lately. Some nights I haven't been able to sleep for thinking of it. If I had my books here I'd be reading Carl Sandburg or E.E. Cummings. As it is I've been trying to lull myself to sleep reciting the bits I have memorized.
What is it in me that longs for life to be like a dream? Full of poetic phrases and romantic imagery? How can I harness the positive, creative side of that while still keeping my feet planted firmly on the ground? How can I live a life that calls dreams into reality without retreating into fancy and imagination?
This is the lesson I want to learn next. These are the questions I'm seeking out.