...visions of banyan trees dance in my head...

I have an addiction. I could literally wake up every single morning, walk outside, climb a banyan tree and dream my day away. The branches braid themselves together and create miniature caves and magical peepholes that transform my fogged up mind into a catalyst of imagination. I love when people walk under the tree I am nestled in, completely unaware of the dreamer above their everyday conversations. Uninterrupted I envision expressions of my soul through the vehicles of paint and canvas. I clear-mindedly whisper words of devotion to The One who created my very mind which has the capacity to imagine and the very tree I am engrossed in. A beam of joy spreads across my face as my child-like heart plays hide and seek throughout the branches. I stand confidently on the end of a limb, arm held out and expectantly wait for my Tarzan to come rescue me. I shut my eyes and gaze clearly on my future. There is no room for fear of failure or reminders of past disappointments among the branches of this great dream tree.