They say it is important to stay in touch with your inner child. I firmly agree with this ideal, and in fact, not only have my inner child and I stayed in touch, but we spend a considerable amount of time together each day. I’ll place that blame, or should I say credit, on my mother, who always encouraged my siblings and I to use our imaginations as much as possible. I’m a dreamer, a fantasizer, and a creator. But I don’t think I’d have it any other way.
While traveling and working on ships, I connected with many people from around the world who, while seemingly so different from this American farm-girl, could not have been more of a reflection of my true self. I recognized within them a kindred, childlike exhilaration for life.
One thing about creative people – they’re never really concerned about acting their age. That’s why, one humid summer day while docked in the Bahamas, some of my musician friends and I decided to play in the sand.I’ve built plenty of dirt houses and mud-pies in my day, but having never seen the ocean or a proper beach until I was in my 20s, this was my first time building an actual sand castle. The powdery-white sand at Half Moon Cay was a big contrast to the dark, rich soil on our farm, and I enjoyed the way it slipped like velvet through my fingers.Later, the rising tide would wash away our day’s work, erasing all evidence of our creation. But nothing will wash away the memories.