Always have been and always will be. If it was going to get squashed out of me, it would have happened by now.

I’ve spent years song-writing, dancing, singing, and creating other expressions of inner joy and angst. About 4 years ago I realized it all had a common thread—a story I have been writing all my life. If you are on this blog, you have either read it or heard about it: The Fairy Godmother Academy. I first saw the world of these books in a series of lucid dreams that started when I was about 9 years old. My dream world was colored a certain way—oranges with shooting beams of light and greens so beautiful they hurt the eyes. There were houses with strange rooms and many doors and windows from which to choose. I saw gardens and plants that may or may not exist in your world.

I flew a lot.

And I levitated when the menacing black cat was about to attack.
I heard songs that I brought back to the daytime world.
I worked out real life issues in dreamtime.
I had powers there.
And I could still feel these powers sometimes in the twilight of waking.

I journaled all of this from age thirteen on. This is how I tended my “little flame”—my creative spirit. Do you remember your dreams? How do you nurture your little flame, your creativity?