So my first thought when I looked up from my pitchfork full of hay was, “I asked him to help me a few minutes ago, what is he doing?” The second thought: “Man, that’s gonna itch.” Then finally I broke free from the inner critic and saw what was before me with open eyes.
A boy at play, lost in his imagination, perhaps pursuing an Imperial tie fighter in a Star Wars battle. More likely he was riding the back of a mythical creature. The first words to came out of his mouth once the spell was broken were “you know, a basilisk can turn you to stone like the Medusa if it looks you in the eye and you look back.” I could have asked, but I’ve come to respect the sanctity of the imaginal realm that he can so freely engage.
There’s certain positions and postures that seem a prerequisite to have a thought like that. Kids know them all. Kids know summer.


Flow and Authenticity
Lifestream Digest for September 8th
Connecting in different ways
Preserving the bubble