Monday, June 23, 2014


I am often accused of being childish. 
 I prefer to interpret that as child-like.
  I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. 
 I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. 
 I still listen to instinctual urges.  
I play with leaves. 
 I skip down the street and run against the wind. 
 I never water my garden without soaking myself. 
 It has been after such times of joy 
that I have achieved my greatest 
 creativity and produced my best work.
 ~Leo F. Buscaglia~