Imagination Plus Engineering

Imagineers at Disneyland are governed by a few principles, according to Wikipedia, one of which includes the "blue sky speculation". This is a process where imagineers, a combination of the words imagination and engineering, are able to generate ideas with no limits. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Disney_Imagineering

Sunshine and Moonlight

I wake up to you grunting because you are hungry or you don't like the way the blankets are... those are my favorite kind of sounds.
I lay with you while your tired hand holds mine... that is my favorite feeling.
You hold my face with your hands and look me straight in the eyes... that is my favorite sight.

The way you jump when you hear a loud noise makes me laugh because it reminds me getting scared is a part of being human.
You help me accept things about myself I otherwise might be ashamed of.

When everyone is encouraged to dance and be merry you observe and feel happy in your heart to witness such joy. "Again!" Your quiet enthusiasm makes my soul smile.

Suzie Sateri

Creeek

The sounds of comfort like that creeeking door
Makes you feel like you're at home.
The picture of the old you your friend holds dear
That kind of love carries you through.
This tiny pad of paper my Dad gave me
Makes me want to write love notes.

Suzie Sateri

Tender Heart

Be gentle with her. Not just physically, but also emotionally, spiritually and mentally. Know that she is finding herself and give her the time and space to do so. Support and encourage her in the process. Know that what she says, does and doesn't do has a lot more to do with her than it does with you. Give her a higher perspective when she can't see from the pedestal you put her on.

Heart of Gold

The three of them... they have hearts of gold.
One is a golden heart because of age.
One is a heart of gold because it's full of light.
One is golden because it aged.

Found

Your words, they made sense of things I've been questioning for so long.

I didn't realize you wrote about me so when I read my name in your messy penmanship I had to look at it over and over again.

The way you wrote my name was so endearing. I could hear your voice.

The way you didn't want to teach me how to write when I told you you needed to made me cry like a baby.

As hard as it was for me to read, you handed me, long ago, the understanding and inspiration I needed.

Mind Giggles

I see the button that says compose, look at the definition, get inspired and I think to myself, I have to finish this story. Where do I put it? I don't know so I scatter it as it comes to me. I wake up and ache from being with child and am thankful because of it while I listen to the natural composition of the rain tapping. I go to the bathroom and have to use another one because I couldn't bear to deal with the mouse that was caught in the trap trying to escape.

The kids woke shortly after I began this composition and immediately went to check if the mouse was caught yet. One of them released it said another accidentally. The sounds of laughter whirl around in my head from the kids trying to catch the mouse all night as it ran around my messy desk. So I sit here, in bed, while I write, until I have the time and space to clean what the mouse made so evident I had to. I laugh to myself. Even if my face doesn't show it I giggle in my mind and my heart feels happy because of it.

This composition is a reflection of my desk but that doesn't even matter to me at the moment as much as my reflections on times of self-regulation. There are times when we are operating from the heart and what we've done doesn't make sense. Then the time tick talks as we learn the beauty of the lessons that come from mistakes. And it is, I believe the time's tick talking, like the tapping of the rain that help us understand how to correct these very perspectives that hold us back from living in the now.