They don’t notice the thin pocket of blue that peeks from between layers of gray. They are immediately lost in a world of their own design, with the help of nature and what someone before, has left behind.
They create for hours, and I watch as they imagine what could be right into their own reality.
Kids do this so well, but as a grown up, with my purse and license, my keys and responsibilities I am weighed down by responsibility too much to imagine with them.
I forget the freedom that comes with play.
I step away for a week from the online, from the voices that distract, that make reality so much more real with news stories and opinions.
I step away so I can remember to dream free, in quiet.
There’s a low simmer happening here, possibilities beginning to bubble up–I don’t want to put the lid on this pot of dreams.
Let yourself imagine, I say to myself.
I give permission, while reality stands serious with her purse and keys, shaking her head at imagine, at this unpredictable pot of dreams releasing it’s unpredictable aroma into life.
The thin spot of blue widens and now the layers of gray seem less oppressive. They fade so much, I question if they were ever there at all.
Imagine paints a new sky.
Children create whole worlds, full of impossible possibilities, and in watching them my faith widens.
Will I believe in dreams? Will I let myself imagine what could be?
This is faith. This is the place where I live.
Joining with Lisa-Jo and others for Five Minute Friday