@brittarnhild
A pumpkin flower is growing in my garden. Still small, still hiding under an umbrella leaf to get shelter from sun, rain and wind. An idea is growing in my life. Still hiding, but bursting to come free. To make itself more than a dream, make itself a reality. The idea was conceived in a corner of my heart which I did not know about, but following the idea´s whisper I found my way there and was greeted by a room painted in colours I hadn´t seen before, people I didn´t know, music new to me.
Come get me, the idea whispered. Water me, nourish me, sing to me, find my words, love me. Make me grow.
I will, I whispered back, I sang back, I shouted back.
And now we are creating a new road, the idea and me.
