It's been said that sometimes in life it's the little things that make us the happiest. I think I would have to agree.
See, something interesting has happened since I've become a writer. There's a part of me that never grows up. A part of me that can still create something out of next to nothing and get lost in it. A part of me that still suspects new realms might exist around every corner. A part of me that still lives in a world where the heroes are still young and free and the good guys still have a chance.
In the snap of a finger, the woods out back are the training base for several young cadets from an elite academy. Or an uncharted island with rumors of treasure. Or a magical realm where dragons roam.
And in the snap of a finger, it can all disappear. Because let's face it--the sun goes down. One can't stay outside forever. And when you get inside, it's the very unmagical world of chores, schoolwork, and the tasks you complete every single day. There is always a part of you that keeps its foot planted soundly in reality.
Dragons don't exist. Adventures have all been had. Islands have all been charted.
That sense of wonder remains just outside of your grasp, taunting you.
How do we get it back?
By looking at the little things. It is in the little things that sparks of wonder spring up.
Lampposts could still be passages to Narnia--take a moment and run your hand down the cool metal. The wind that slams you in the face as you walk back from school could be the breeze coming off the ocean as you captain a ship--throw your hood back and let it rake through your hair. The snow that has just begun to fall outside is calling you to go sledding and make snow angels--for heavens' sake, go do it!
Today is your day to imagine. Go on. Enjoy the smallest of things today. You might be surprised what portals open up.
Hi, I'm Rachel! I'm the author of the posts here at ProseWorthy. Thanks for stopping by!