THE MAGIC OF CHILDHOOD
IS THE STRANGENESS OF CHILDHOOD -
THE UNIQUENESS THAT MAKES US
SEE THINGS THAT OTHER PEOPLE DON'T SEE.
I was a weird kid. (I know, big surprise.) And, although I'm no longer a kid, I'm still weird. I often see and hear and feel things others don't. I imagine and I create and I stew and I linger and I listen for the world that exists just below the thin skin of this "real" one. It's alive and it's breathing and it's pulsing and it's stirring and it's waiting.
Children know it. Writers and artists and other creatives know it. Anyone can recognize it . . . if they let themselves, if they let themselves go.
This week, let's draw upon - and rejoice in! - that magic ourselves and encourage everyone we know to do the same.