You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose.

it is one of those rainy days... the kind where you want to curl up on the couch and read a good book. i am currently on my couch reading Alice and Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass and contemplating things like life and when recycling day is... wishing i could escape down a rabbit hole and play croquet with flamingos and hedgehogs in the queen's garden.... instead... i will focus on getting my trash out to the curb before the garbage man comes. wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all just escape into fairytales sometimes? 

yesterday i was looking at my house....

... and i was thinking to myself how wonderful it would be if the top floor was actually an attic and if that attic was filled will old chests and books and memories.... i began imagining the amazing adventures i would have in the attic, exploring all the old trunks and finding incredible stories that would take me away to distant places....

 ...i have possibly been reading too much lately... but i take comfort in the fact that i still have the ability to imagine these things. as we grown up i think we can easily forget what it means to imagine. and i don't mean imagining yourself rich or with a glamorous life.... i mean imagine in the sense that you can create worlds and adventures that breathe life. it is sad to think that such a simple pleasure... one that brings people such joy can become lost on the path to growing up. maybe Peter Pen had it all right... maybe we should never grow up.