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a letter poem from travels in Paris…
Dear Imagination,
Thank you for creating so many possibilities. I love to dream and think bigger about what could be. You bring us great hope.
Hope is oxygen for the soul. It keeps us going when times are tough. We know we can always imagine and put into action what we want to create.
You have no limits or boundaries. Sometimes this drives me crazy. Or maybe just my mind which goes in so many different directions. I recognize that too much of you can cause inaction.
Don’t think that I want you to change. I hope you stay just the way you are. It is my job to exercise discernment. To create constraints around problems or areas I want to change.
I wanted to thank you for helping us “grown-ups” feel like kids. We need that. For some of us, we have lost touch with your power. I sure hope I never lose my connection to you.
That is part of why I am writing today.
I will never stop imagining a world where we act as if we are each other. I will always want to explore new places and imagine living there.
It sure is a great gift. Because sometimes what I imagine over and over actually becomes reality.
Today as I sit in an outdoor cafe in Paris, I am looking out over the Seine River. The sun warms my face, and a gentle breeze reminds me that at one point, I imagined this moment.
