For a while now I have been filled with the overwhelming desire to collect all the things I have ever wanted. Almost like time is running out.
It is not running out but I wonder if it is time to give the little me some time and energy, or just to surround me with images, sensations and memories of what it was to be a little girl. The grief that accompanies not fulfilling the fantasy of childhood, or possibly addressing my desire to fill a childhood with fantastical, delightful, loving creatures and creations. Letting the seeds of these things grow where I may have grown up too quickly...
