Start sketching, passing pencil over paper. Move your mind in arcs with unexpected turns of your wrist. Ask your heart to take your hand. Coax, gentle with whispers. Show – a cot rocks by an open window – breathe – the grey down of the pillow as you dream. Colour your sketch, your dream. Use nature: today’s winter-washed azure sky. Hum a little tune and turn another page. Liberate that page. Cradle your journal, mouth open to words, eyes open to enchantment.
©James Bruce May, 2015
