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She imagined.
She imagined one morning without saying a word
A life she wanted.
A life she only dreamt of before
And without fanfare or even a snap of fingers,
It all fell into place.
She imagined.
As she woke, the sun rushed to greet her, tickling her
cheeks with warmth
As she bathed, the water could hardly wait to kiss her skin,
to lick her clean.
As she put on her make-up and brushed her hair, she treated
her body with love and care.
And she smiled.
At the love.
How had she had forgotten?
She imagined.
As she ate breakfast, her food did everything it could to
nourish her beautiful body.
As she said goodbye to her family, she looked into their
eyes and they into hers and she recognized the pure love that they all were.
As she drove to work, the trees and flowers waved good
morning, and when she rolled down her windows even the birds said hello.
And she smiled
Knowing the world was a good and kind place.
How had she had forgotten?
She imagined.
As she walked into work, everyone was happy to see her and
she, too, was happy to see each of them.
As she listened to her boss raise his voice, she saw him as
the little boy that he really was, just trying to be heard, to be taken seriously,
to be loved.
As she heard people talking in the hallway about the
news--the atrocities of war and the pains and ills of so many--she visualized
health, healing, and the uglies replaced with beauty.
And suddenly that’s all there was,
Beauty.
Everywhere.
How had she forgotten?
To imagine what she wanted, into being.
* * *
Imagination is always there. And the door to the literal world
of our dreams is always open. Why then, do we choose to ignore it? Why do we
choose a path without the kindness and magic of our imaginations? Who taught us
that a realist brain, a realist world was somehow more desirable or more
respectable than an imaginative one? Why did we give that gift we once held in
our hands (and still hold in our hearts) away?
Did you forget? Did you forget how you felt on Christmas
morning when you still believed in Santa Claus? Can you remember that joy, that
excitement, that faith in the magic of life? Because it’s still there, waiting to be plucked,
invited back into your life like an old and dear friend. And you know
something? It needs you just as much as you need it.
So how? How do you open back up to a world filled with
imagine, a life made of dreams and not stark blacks and whites?
You imagine.
Imagine one morning without saying a word
A life you want.
A life you only dreamt of before
And without fanfare or even a snap of fingers,
Imagine it all falling into place.
Because it will. Imagine it enough ... and it will.
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