Monday, June 20, 2011
The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination. ~ Emily Dickinson
I don't know who had more fun, them or me.
Isn't imagination a wonderful thing? Isn't it sad, the day we 'come of age' where all of a sudden we've lost the ability to imagine, where playing isn't really fun anymore? My Dear Hubby remembers his day very well. It was a day where he went to play GI Joes with a cousin and realized he didn't feel like playing it any more. For me, it was a day I sat down with my childhood best friend Angie to play Barbie dolls, and I couldn't think of a thing I wanted my Barbie to do. I put the doll down and told Angie, "I don't feel like doing this any more."
Not that we adults don't 'imagine' things. But our imaginary images tend to be more negative.. We can imagine the world economy crashing. We can imagine a tornado coming straight at us and demolishing our home. We seem to have lost the whimsy side of imagination...the world where whatever we dream is as real as the nose on our face. Where horses can fly and cats can play fiddles. Where cows truly do jump over the moon.
I feel very privileged to have two little grandsons who know I'll imagine right along with them, to be included in their games and never "pooh pooh" whatever their minds are dreaming up as we go. I have to dig back 50 years or so to take myself mentally to their ages and remember how real my space ships and horses I rode thru the mist on the school playgrounds on cold autumn mornings were, But I still can. And I feel very blessed to be able to do so. If nothing else, I hope my little grandsons will still turn to me one day and say like they do now, "Grandma, we sure have fun at your house!"