Do you dream? Are you creative? Wish you were? I always wonder that about myself. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming while cloud watching. Do you ever do that?
Hurricane Harvey blew through Houston over a year ago. I’m not gonna lie it robbed me of my juju. It stole my creativity. Our house was ruined and our lives turned upside down. I’m not complaining but it definitely can damage your psyche. I’m fine. I’ll muddle through it. We had to move from our long-standing, perfect home to a smaller one. And you know how it is. When you move, you’re all screwed up for a while until you get in a normal routine in the new place. Looking for things where they used to be, but aren’t there. I’ve even caught myself driving “home” a couple of times. It’s kind of like when the very silly Daylight Saving Time occurs and screws up everything, throwing your timing off. Isn’t Daylight Savings Time the dumbest thing ever? Everybody hates it. Why do we even have it? Please write your Congressman and get it abolished. But I digress…
The thing about creativity is, it may come and go. Thankfully mine is starting to creep back in. I’ve missed it. Just like Peter Pan missed his shadow. But dreaming, that never stops. I’ve always dreamed. Most people do.
The other night for the first time in over a year I sat outside with the girls, smoked a cigar, and had a drink. If you really must know I smoked a Vegas Robaina. It has a big R on the label so I always fib to everyone and call it “The Robinson.” See, that was creative. The bourbon? Blanton’s, of course.
It took me a while to get back to “normal”, if I ever truly was. But I’m getting there. In fact, I’ve resumed finishing my next novel, A VERY KINKY CHRISTMAS, which was already three quarters of the way written. Don’t worry, it’s PG 13 with a twist. A dog comedy mystery and yes, SPY novel. You’ll love it, trust me.
So, that night for me was a turning point of sorts. The brutal Texas heat finally broke and Fall has crept in. A nice cool breeze kept us refreshed. I sat gazing at clouds while the girls sat gazing at the fence, waiting for an unsuspecting Opossum or Raccoon. I can’t really blame them, they are varmint dogs after all.
It was a good night. A restful, peaceful night. We all deserve that, don’t we? As the three of us sat there dreaming, this particular cloud floated by. I knew it was something special but couldn’t decide what it reminded me of. It just had to be a sign. Most people never even look up or notice things that are right in front of their faces. Hopefully one day they will learn to. Signs like this are all around us, if we are able to see them.
I took this as a sign to quit letting Hurricane Harvey steal my joy and rob me of my creativity. And that’s what I’m going to do.
What do you see while gazing at this unusual cloud? At first I thought it was a turtle head or perhaps a snake head. Maybe some type of reptile. But no, I’ve got my juju back. My creativity kicked in and allowed me to decide it was Mr. Pac-Man. But the Me Too Movement makes me a little nervous in the service, so perhaps it was Ms. Pac-Man, I don’t know.
Not dreaming? Creativity running a little low? Have no fear. You’ll receive a sign that will start those juices flowing. Trust me, I’m right. If I can do it, anyone can. Reclaim your juju.