Dear Readers, I don’t have a very serious post for you this month.

In quick updates Letters of a Wind Walker is now out on all platforms with hopes to even get an audiobook up in the next few months while my audiobook for All We Have to Remember also published wherever you listen to audiobooks.

Instead of book and writing updates C.R. seems to stand for Captain Random this month because I want to talk of the nature of dreams!

(Yes, I know this sounds like something that would come up in a 3rd-grade writing assignment but bear with me.)

Many talk of “dreams” but what do they really mean? Sometimes it’s the wild sorting of memories in rest, and other times it’s their aspirations or ambitions. However, I think that true dreams is where the wild crosses of with the aspiring. The place where you wish, while wide awake, “What would it be like to fly on feathered wings, like a bird?”

There are those who would say that such wild imaginings are pointless, and who knows, perhaps they’re right. Yet, I would like to argue the opposite.

It’s no secret that there is much in the world that we find dreadful, and often that same wild imagination turns up equally wild fears. To defend against this, many people try to shut down their imaginations.

To me this sounds like finding out you’ve taken a wrong turn and merely sitting down. Sure, you’re no longer going the wrong way in this case, but that doesn’t mean you’re going the right one.

Wild imagination is what allows us to find hope in the hopeless situations where we once found fear, in the same way its dreadful cousin brings discomfort in peace. So, in this winter season, I ask you to imagine for a little while.

Watch a bird fly overhead, stare into running water, look into the eyes of a loved one, and direct your imagination to move in the right direction to see where that good path leads, wild though it may be.

Have a very merry Christmas, and spread joy where you can.

C.R. Ware