No one except your husband knows of the cautiousness at the heart of your life. Your adulthood has been a progressive retreat from curiosity and wonder an endless series of delays and procrastinations. You wanted to be so much once but life kept on getting in the way... You settled. Shunned creativity flight risk never had the courage to give a dream any dream a go.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began in which emotion was the matter of the universe and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.

Im going to make myself a promise right here and now. In Johnnys honor. I promise to live each day to the fullest. I promise to listen to my heart and then work through my fears to follow it. I promise to realize what my dreams are then take the steps necessary to make them a reality. I promise to be trut to me. Not what someone else wants me to be but what I want.

I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lees life of the poet. She died young--alas she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me and in many other women who are not here tonight for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives for great poets do not die they are continuing presences they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh.

In this world of dreams drifting off still more and once again speaking and dreaming of dreams. Just let it be.

Two forces create eternity a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

I had a dream about you. No words were exchanged but we spoke with our eyes. My eyes said I love you while your eyes told me Im asleep. You always were more romantic than me.

Why do I do anything? she says. I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To de-construct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds and the animals descended the ramp.

Basic Principles1. Creativity is the natural order of life. Life is energy pure creative energy.2. There is an underlying in-dwelling creative force infusing all of life -- including ourselves.3. When we open ourselves to our creativity we open ourselves to the creators creativity within us and our lives.4. We are ourselves creations. And we in turn are meant to continue creativity by being creative ourselves.5. Creativity is Gods gift to us. Using our creativity is our gift back to God.6. The refusal to be creative is self-will and is counter to our true nature.7. When we open ourselves to exploring our creativity we open ourselves to God good orderly direction.8. As we open our creative channel to the creator many gentle but powerful changes are to be expected.9. It is safe to open ourselves up to greater and greater creativity.10. Our creative dreams and yearnings come from a divine source. As we move toward our dreams we move toward our divinity.