In a Vancouver flower shop I found a sign justifying one of my favourite activities: "Where you want to be is where you go when you daydream."

 My daydreams blend the faces and voices, the scents and tastes of people around me into the people who live in my fictional world, and telling their dreams and nightmares... that is where I want to be.

 What pathways have I followed to find that world? I've decorated wedding cakes and store windows, raised cats and rabbits, delivered newspapers, taught languages, trained teachers and written one poem that won $500. I've danced, painted portraits, played Caliban in "The Tempest", and when I was twelve fed my dad and brother angel food cakes made from scratch twice a week for six weeks.

 Dreams are made of all that stuff, the stuff of life. Prospero was right.