Beginnings

I'm new to the world of blogging, and like any beginner, a little unsure where to start. Fortunately, being somewhat vague is not new to me.
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According to my husband and sons, my grasp of the moment can be tenuous at best. I'm given to much daydreaming, countless distractions and a tendency to lose my thoughts in mid-sentence. They tell me this as if it were a bad thing!

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I choose to think I'm just a little out of step with the rest of the world; it is hardly my fault that the world is often reluctant to wait and let me catch up.

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I am a dreamer...and unashamed of being one. In this hectic world, I take the time to pick daisies, to follow curious ideas, and meander endlessly inside my own mind. It is hardly earth-shattering if I lose focus for a moment...a quick shake of the head and I'm back to hear what you have to say! Surely a moment is not a lot to ask.

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I pause...I ponder...and I play, as the subtitle above suggests. For the major part of the day, I am adult, conscientious and responsible; but every now and then, I drift away, distracted by a silvery mass of clouds, or plop myself down on the curb to visit with a dog I've just met. These moments heal me, nurture me and make the real world more manageable once I'm back into it.

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I will continue on my dreamy way, seeing things that others miss and finding joy in small snatched moments. If you ask me, the world would be a better place if there were more dreamers like me....

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