Whimsy....

Was talking to Austin earlier this week, about snow and how I'd enjoy it more if I were younger because it'd be more magical. He told me there wasn't a reason it couldn't be magical now. I'd forgotten, a while back, how to be whimsical and imaginative. I'd let it die, or at least get rusty. But I'm working on that again. Part of that is going to be reaching for books instead of the computer, and writing down the more creative thoughts rather than just fret over the same old same old.

Hope it works.

"There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland." L.M. Montgomery