IMAGINATION: clever thoughts of impossible possibilities, leading you to extremely unpredictable opportunities, filled with oversized creatures, teeny tiny cracks and crevices from which to squeeze through, ideas ideals, idiocies, islands in the sky causing the utmost and utterly immediate emotions. So easy to explore, just close your eyes, hold your ears tightly, hold your breath for a mere 5 seconds, and presto chango, open all orifices and orbs, look straight ahead and choose the adventure that awaits OR…take a stroll on a Cape called Cod, trudge though warped time and find yourself at the entrance of Winslow Cemetery built in the 1700’s. Look closely as all creatures of the woods, all elves, gnomes, fairies, goblins and ghouls lurk in the tall grasses, they are stubborn, wanting to be seen, but await you spying them first…
…OR stand silent, stand still and suddenly an array of stairs appear. They reach to the edge of the road, the road often traveled, but then temp you to try the first few of them begging you to begin the incline leading to the road, perhaps, less traveled or better yet, the road of IMAGINATION. What lurks, lingers, lounges, lives just above the tallest of the steps…what eagerly awaits inspection, is it your perception, your hesitation, or your eagerness to explore the shadows the places between the lines, where brushing branches caress the grass, the silhouettes of shapes and symbols recognizable OR, relegated, to the I refuse to know-ables…
IMAGINATION: infinite adventures, which begin with you, one step at a time, one inhale brave enough to permit entrance to lands where it will take your breath away…So much right in front of you, but damn, if you don’t see it it vanishes as fast it did appear! Day Ten
