I often look like a bewildered architect, home at night with a pile of children’s school papers in my hand trying to keep it all organized. 

My imagination has no interest in organization.  It is happy and messy.  It often looks like a tree whispering in the wind or a dragon dancing through the sky.  I try to reconcile this analytical architect, this parenting life and the dancing dragons. 

On a great day, when one sings to the other, my life is in harmony.  The other days, when I dismiss my dreams to the closet while I attempt to be practical, I stumble along never quite catching the light as it moves across the wall.

~Julia Ashley

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