“If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
As children, we’re allowed to imagine. Allowed to dream. Allowed to pretend.
We can make up fantasies and create images in our mind of things we can’t explore with our senses. And it’s not only permissible when we’re young, but encouraged.
Until we grow up.
And we’re taught it’s no longer okay to concoct scenes, actors, and tall tales in our mind. That you don’t get to play as an adult. We’re hear things like “you’ve lost touch with reality.” That we should “take our head out of the clouds” and “come back down to earth.”
But I don’t like that way of living.
I want my mind to always be free to daydream. I don’t want to be bound by the limitations others would want to put on me. I want to be both a dreamer and a doer. I want to be both standing on the ground and floating in the sky. I want live outside the constructs.
And I want you to join me.
I invite you now to take a look at the photograph above. Sit in this scene. What do you see? More importantly, what don’t you see? What stories might have lived in these woods? What do you think could exist there one day? Who’s there hiding in plain sight of your mind’s eye? What sounds do you hear? What scents are you smelling? What emotions are you feeling?
IMAGINE with me inside this IMAGE.