As I walked passed the window last night, on my way up to bed, I caught lights in the sky out of the corner of my eye. I don't know if it was my walking or the way they fell through the blinds but it looked for a second like they were moving.
When I peered out it was simply house lights from a neighbor a street over that hung above the lights of the neighbors house across the street. The hills in our neighborhood give distortion to these things. Our house for example sits at roof level of the home across the street from ours. The house on the street behind them is above them to some degree and the hills also rise to the north side of our home leaving the home diagonally behind ours on the next street over to be above ours.
Yes, this is still Kansas. No, I have not been swept up in a tornado. But I do refer to it as our own little slice of Colorado. I love these hills.
Last night my imagination kicked off when seeing the lights. I thought wouldn't it be cool if the lights, rather than different windows of one home, were several different tiny homes. The way the hills sit it would look like a bunch of tiny tree houses... or perhaps, fairy homes. It was a fun and magical thought as I made my way up to bed.
This morning upon rising and seeing it was still dark I went to check the window. As I have sat here different lights have kicked on as the neighbors wake. I can't help but smile pretending it is little fairy villages waking one by one.
I share this thought because as adults we often dismiss our imagination with the facts we know to be true. Some people don't even have these imaginative thoughts cross their mind anymore because they already know the truth. But I have found that imagination is one of the sparks to seeing beauty and awe in my world. It gives me new perspectives and reminds me how neat things like electricity would seem if they were being witnessed for the first time.
I'm grateful for my active imagination. I'm grateful to indulge it even as an adult. I'm grateful to let my mind play with the idea of fairy homes and tiny tree houses. I'm grateful that even in my thirties I can play. I'm grateful for the saying, "you're only as old as you feel." I'm grateful for my little fairy garden that rests at the base of one of my favorite trees. And I'm grateful to be open and share my imagination with you.
Do you let your imagination out to play? What things spark your imagination? What things can you witness as if seeing them for the first time?
May today bless you with seeing the magic of this world. May you find joy in simple pleasures. Have a beautiful day and weekend!