EnchantedEchoes

Over the past few days, I have feeling unsettled. I am feeling stirrings... urges. Real yearnings. To create. To be creative. Artistic. Very surreal, this is. For so many years, I have been behind the glass, pressing my nose to it, staring at what was no longer for me, always craving it and yet it was always unattainable. Now, I can touch it, taste it. I have been inspired. Joy. Rapture. Fear. What if I fail? What if I am not good enough? Suddenly as I sit here... in my head I hear a familiar voice from a long ago dream says, "Our young do not spring from the womb with the ability to run. They must first learn to roll over, to push