I’ve always been a daydreamer, mind dawdling along some long and winding path with my head in the clouds instead of focusing straight ahead with eyes-on-the-prize. My precious creativity comes from that wonderful wandering place of childlike curiosity, imperceptibly imaginative in its productive playfulness.
It’s one of the ways I know when I’m becoming depressed; I start to lose my idling internal vision, no more lingering within my mind’s eye, no more beautiful blending of chaotic colours as I paint my wistful world of hopes and dreams. Just darkening grey closed-in-ness as my inner light fades and lies dormant for a while.
So I just sit tight and wait it out, hibernate and hide for the duration, until the wonderful day dawns when I can find my wandering way again… 🙂