A world of imagination, my hope

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Some people experience feelings of depression in winter.  My experience is different.  I don’t experience depression but I do feel a bit pensive towards the end of the year.

This year is no different.  A few hours ago I needed something to lift my spirit.  The picture above did this.  It was taken at Gantheaume Point in Broome some years ago.  It is one of my favourite pictures.  I felt good looking at the photograph but it wasn’t enough.  I went looking for books and found one by Robert Fulghum, one of my favourite authors, on the book shelf.  Gosh!  when did I last go into my front study?  Being home for a few days makes me feel like I’m walking through a haunted house.

I’d like to share one of Robert Fulghum’s quotes with you.

“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.”

It is joyous and always brings a smile on my face.  My wish for you today is that it offers you the same experience.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

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