Come Out & Play
My childhood bedroom was covered in colorful murals that I painted when I was 9. The images were basically a wetland scene full of a giant pond bursting with iridescent green dragonflies, fat cat tails, ladybirds, exotic magenta flowers, bright cobalt beetles and a cast of a thousand other creatures with wings or fur or feathers wrapping around the entry way to my calendula colored room. Perhaps this is why I never chose to have any imaginary friends back then, though I always fancied the idea. I painted and sculpted worlds all the time. Both seem like good creative solution to many a childhood situation where you would like options or simply want an expanded world. As an adult I seem to be more free to enjoy the luxury of un abashedly welcoming totem guides, and especially a raven accomplis and guide to join me in my travels and dreams. I love the idea of having a wise yet lighthearted playmate that will pull me out of my seriousness when it gets too thick and reminds me to take to the sky, breathe, and play more.