What the word means:  resolutely fearless; dauntless; brave, courageous, bold.

What Intrepid Daydreamer is, in me:  insanely, blindly, absolutely, unwaveringly determined to NOT surrender my love for fantasy.  Refusal to give up my belief in magic.  Certain knowledge that all forms of life speak to us and have very, very valuable messages.  Inexorably convinced that my life is a fairy tale and I create the story; choose the characters; weave the substories with all the colors of every emotion; design the outcomes of events; and learn as I go, all the wisdom that I already know. Read More…

A lovely morning it is, with me outdoors, coffee in hand.  Not a cloud in the sky.  San Diego Bay is blue blue blue.  Yep, this is a good day to be alive.

Today is . . . um. . . today is . . . (sigh) . . . let’s see, yesterday was . . .  what the heck, I don’t know what day it is!  And no, this is not senility, I think it’s I-don’t-care-ity.  That’s it.  If I can’t remember what today is, then I guess it doesn’t matter.  I can roll with that. Read More…

This morning, sitting outdoors on a chaise lounge, basking in a perfect morning sun in a cloudless blue sky, I was thinking about one of my wanna-do activities.  I want to ride a Paso Fino horse.  I want to experience it’s unique gait.  I’ve seen it, and I believe it, but I want to feel it. Read More…

There’s something wonderful about daydreaming.  When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time doing just that; I’d create beautiful scenarios and I’d live there in my mind.  I was dreaming of my future.  I call it daydreaming, some call it fantasizing — or these days, manifesting or intending or visualizing (my mother-in-law derisively called it nothing more than self-hypnosis).  I still like daydreaming the best, because it evokes the kid in me. Read More…