Whenever I watched the Mary Martin “live” version of “Peter Pan” as a kid, I ALWAYS clapped for Tinkerbell. You see, I believe in fairies. And Faeries. There is a difference. I also believe in unicorns and angels and ghosts and things that go bump in the night. I had an invisible friend as a child. He wasn’t imaginary. He was very real but I was the only one who coud see him. His name was Loyal (LOY-al) and he was tall, slender, with pointed ears and long hair. He told me was a High Elf, and they were different from the fairies who made toadstool/green grass fairy rings in the yard, and also different from the Fae. My mother would roll her eyes and my dad would simply nod solemnly and go on about his business. Sometines, I thought my dad caught glimpses of Loyal. Maybe not. Anyway, yes, I was that weird kid but I didn’t care. I made up fantastical stories and read others written by actual writers. Imagine my surprise when I first read Tolkien!?! HE knew about the High Elves and the differences. When this little gem dropped into my inbox, I wasn’t too suprised.
The lions and tigers and bears of time and space, Silver, are really the angels and fairies and unicorns that followed you here, in disguise, from world’s beyond, agreeing to poke, unnerve, and awaken you should you ever begin to forget that you’re making it all up… your life, that is.
Now that’s love –
True, Silver, they also lost the bet that you’d indeed “go human,” commando, no less…
Okay, yes. I’ve gone commando a time or two. Who hasn’t? And I’ve always had an affinity for lions and tigers and bears, especially after playing The Scarecrow in “The Wizard of Oz.” Golly, if I only had a brain! The point of all of this is without imagination, stories wouldn’t be written, there would be no stories around the campfire, or movies, TV, or art of just about any sort. There’s an interesting point in Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changling books. For those not familiar, a brief world overview to this paranormal/alternate future/scifi series. There are changlings. They are shifters and live very close to their animal halves. There are Psy, who are endowed with crazy psychic abilities and who embraced Silence in order to survey some of the crazy. Silence is the absence of emotion. Then there or just normal humans who manage to struggle through against the odds. Guess who is responsible for all the music and the art that gets created? Yup. The plain ol’ humans who live and love and hate and survive by the hairs on their chinny-chin-chins. It’s our very humanity that gives rise to our imaginations. Now it’s up to us to set them free to soar so we can create. My challenge to you today is to go out and create something. Anything. Food. Writing. Music. Art. Crafts. Whatever captures your imagination. And hey, if there are some fairies, unicorms, angels, lions, tigers, and bears involved, all the better! 😉 (Also wolves. Can’t leave out the wolves. Or the horses. 🙂 )