Imagination

Obviously I have some imaginative ear worm that I picked up and nurtured as a small child. It was more than an imaginary friend and less than a full retreat from reality, but it was a safe haven, a place I could play, learn, and enjoy. As an adult, snippets of imagination have always slipped past my practical side to contaminated my daily routines, from blaming the dirty dishes on the dish fairy’s day off to watching out for the trolls who trip you when you step from carpet to floor. Much of my adult life was spent in serious work, but imagination was a light shining through the muck and it still gave me a safe place to play, learn, and enjoy. Now that I am retired and writing I am sharing some of my favorite places with the world. Aside from it being a bit scary, it is also very exciting.