I would love to swim across an ice cold pond today but I'd need a spotter in a row boat, preferably with my dog Lily. Not many people I know would be willing to do this on a clear day let alone a rainy day. For years I've had a fantasy of having my workroom opposite my home with a pond in between. My daily commute would be a swim.
As a child I was not granted privacy on any front so when I started writing I only wrote down my dreams, keeping them in little notebooks that I hid in my desk. Forty-five years later I see this was good training for strengthening my intuitive mind, the mind that paints, which is located in my abdomen.
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