Holly B.F. Warren Atelierista Artist Mind Wanderer Writer Optimist

How do sleep and imagination weave possibilities?

The imagination of a child is a vibrant kingdom without walls, populated by sprites, talking shadows, and endless possibilities. But as the child crosses the threshold into the ‘Age of Reasonable Thinking,’ the world shrinks. This transition is not a sudden death, but a long, deep slumber, much like the one that fell upon Sleeping Beauty.
The princess pricked her finger on a spindle; the adult pricks their spirit on the sharp edge of practicality and duty. The spindle is the daily grind—the demands of productivity and unyielding gravity. The castle that falls asleep is the adult mind itself. Where once every shadow held a secret, now it holds a utility bill. The vibrant kingdom becomes silent, overgrown with the thorny hedges of rational thought and “what-if” planning, barricading itself against the chaos and joy of pure, illogical fancy. The imagination doesn’t die; it simply waits, tucked away in the highest tower, dreaming in facts and figures until a willful act of wonder perhaps a spontaneous trip or a single, silly creative urge serves as the true love’s kiss, rousing the Sleeping Beauty of the mind to play once more.