I remember when I couldn't imagine what I couldn't do.  I remember being little and not understanding that there was a limit to what I was capable of.  Do you remember people telling you your boundaries and rejecting the idea?  What if we could tap into the magic that it was to be that small and full of wonder?

Try this...

Think about swinging.  You are going up and down.......swish, swish, swish.  Imagine yourself at the top of your forward swing.  Remember that moment when you lose contact with the seat?  Remember the few milliseconds of weightlessness?  Now, try to remember what your feet looked like.  Do you have on red tennis shoes?  White ones?  Or those little black babydoll patent leather ones with tall knee socks?  What do your feet look like against the sky?  That is the magical moment.  The outline of your feet against the vastness of space.

You are standing on forever.

I used to dream of worlds within worlds.  There was a window in the cellar under the house.  It was only about as big as a computer screen and at the same level as the ground.  So when you looked out, all you saw was grass and sky.  Climbing out of that window, to me, meant going into another world.  Perhaps there was a girl there, just like me wondering what was in that teeny window.  Of course there were knomes and faeries and alien creatures living there!  Each night I would go to sleep and wander down into the cellar of my mind and find that secret door to the other side.  Sometimes I would dream of bringing things with me to show the people over there what it was like over here.  If people can believe in God, someone who walked on water, someone who could make angels and worlds, then why does someone have to be a nutcase to believe in other worlds or objects that defy logic?  What about uncertainty?  What about quarks and leptons?  What about all that space between electrons?  What about all that space between planets?  What about all that space between neurons?  What is happening in those magical places?

And what if I am just making it all up?  What if right now, you are simply a character I created in my own imagination to read my blog?  Are you real?  Am I real?  What if I am simply a character YOU created in your imagination?  If so, thank you, I am quite enjoying your space/time.  If you did create me, does that make you god?  (Next time you hear someone saying "Thank God!"  you can think to yourself, "You're welcome.")

Now, imagine yourself getting up from where you are, going outside, feeling the sun on your face and the ground under your feet........And spin until you are dizzy.  You are magic.