Whimsy

Imagination fueled by an ever-present sense of wonder.

Wisdom & Wonder

Wisdom & Wonder

Parachutes & Sneezes

Parachutes & Sneezes

Less Without You

"I wished once to see the wonders of the world," said the owl.

"And I wished to have someone to share them with," said the unicorn.

The current tugged them hard then, the green mists rising around them, roaring water creating a blanket of silence. And the boat tipped over the edge, full of wishes come true.

One Will Fly

Mobs and masses hide many dreams. Could've Beens and Should've Beens rub elbows, clinging to stable stems, rocking back and forth on fickle winds. Breath in, you lonely pioneer! And decide whether you will keep such remorseful neighbors or trust yourself to the future of unseen tides and unconquered spaces.

Way Better Than Google World

Way Better Than Google World

Edges of the Map

Following the ancient crumbling map through the tension of dual imaginations was a test of loyalty, but carrying the basket of warm bread all the way was the reward for their diligence.

E'rbody In The Club Gettin' Whimsy

E'rbody In The Club Gettin' Whimsy

Club Whimsy

We do not dance to forget, to be distracted from our daily lives. We dance in declaration, knowing the richness in each breath, gathering joyful energies which seek release in tangible, bodily movements. We dance in the light of freedom together, defiant of all who only hear the music in the darkness.

"Sweet Dreams are made of these. . ."

"Sweet Dreams are made of these. . ."

Frolic With Me

Frolic With Me

Awake on the Ship of Dreams

Sailing on ships of shadow, you arrive again to shores of terre firma, a sprinkling of dust from the land of Whimsy still on your shoulders. Rubbing it between cloud-drenched fingers you remember, and run to check the nets of spider webs and hummingbird wishes, wondering what may lie there quietly caught -- shards of Cosmos, perhaps, waiting to be gently woven into melodies which might be whispered in the ear of Chaos secrets of its demise.

Heart of Hope

"I had greatly desired to frolic in the sun with you," said Chipmunk.
"I know you did, friend, but sometimes it rains when you go outside to play," said Bunny.

"What shall we do now?"

"I say we frolic anyway and in our wetness remind the rain we can always feel the sunshine," answered Bunny.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
— B.B.