When I was a little girl my favourite escape was at the top of a pear tree where my grandfather had built me a platform. After many trips up and down the tree I had finally set up my "Sky Parlor". With an old table cloth from my grandmother for the floor, a old pillow for comfort and plastic tea cup for refreshments I was set. I spent hours in my sky parlor just plotting and planning, hoping and dreaming.
As I've grown older I've had less time for tree climbing and daydreaming. Life and it's business and mess have left me rushing through the day and just grateful that at the end of the day no one was maimed and the kitchen was clean. There was order in my life but less and less room for creativity.
I've decided I'm going to give myself the gift of a sky parlor again. I'm going to take the time to lay back and see what I can see in the clouds. I going to lean back and do some plotting and planning, hoping and dreaming while sipping out of my tea cup.
So, give me your hand and I'll help you climb up. There's plenty of room in the sky parlor but do bring your own cup of tea.
