...is not a bad thing to be. Many of us called daydreamers as children grew up to be poets, writers, artists. I celebrate daydreaming. It saved my mind as a child. Here are a few of my daydreams.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Yellow Iris
Captured by a camera,
Fresh and bright forever,
Dew will never dry on you.
Iris...such a beautiful flower. Just checking back for any new posts you may have written. I’ve been a follower on your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.
I was pretty old before I figured out that being a daydreamer meant I was a writer. Couldn't figure out why I chose jobs like cook and truck driver until I realized those jobs let me work for a living while allowing much of my mind to...daydream.
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I write and maintain a blog which I have entitled “Accordingtothebook” and I’d like to invite you to follow it.
Iris...such a beautiful flower.
Just checking back for any new posts you may have written.
I’ve been a follower on your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.
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