We were in a giant mega store the other day. The kind that carries every item known to man. They had dog toys for sale that looked so realistic a certain toddler had trouble understanding that they weren’t real.
In her defense, this dog-toy ice cream cone looked more real than the fake food ice cream cone she got with her play kitchen. She knew it wasn’t real because it was rubbery and it squeaked, but she had to taste-test it just to be sure. I couldn’t blame her really. I mean, it did kind of look delicious.
I’ve been writing about fear for a writing workshop I am taking called #38write. If you are looking for something to take you on a journey, deep into your soul I recommend you look into these workshops and sign up for February. There are rumors that one workshop will be on dreams sometime in the near future. All I can say is that, for me, this writing has been cathartic. Fear is the kind of subject that forces you to dig deep. The writing felt like giving birth. I’m still in recovery. This week, on the blog, might be more about pictures than about writing. Sometimes images are easier to generate or to communicate with.