A child breathes imagination as freely as oxygen. Effortlessly. Spending time with a young child is like holding up an oxygen mask to our stuffed-up thought passages! This is me mapping out an imaginary town with our grandson, Gabriel. What a hoot! I never tire of listening to the gushing-rushing-freely-oozing geyser of his thoughts.....OK, truthfully, maybe I tire -sometimes! But you get my point!
A child's imagination is like a free falling slinky, tumbling down an endlessly spiraling staircase. Their thoughts don't get caught on the 'that won't work' corners of reality. Their ideas don't dead end. I love that. It inspires me.
I've been scooping up some of Gabey's energy and spreading it into my journaling practices for several months now. Below, you can see a few of the page-spills.
Welcome! Glad you're here! This little spot is where I share thoughts, writings and verses that fuel my life, my marriage, and my art. My desire is to offer up hope and grace and help make your life feel a bit lighter.