Day 12 In Search of my Blogging Identity “The Land of the Little People”

“Behold, The land of the Little People…of which I am just one!”     

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When I was a young mother, my children, niece, and nephews used to gather around as I told them make-believe stories. Fascination glowed from captivated faces. Otherwise squirming bodies calmed as together we set out on adventures into a magical land of little people.     

     

The little people slept in tulips, bathed in goblets, and rode rapids in walnut shells.     

                  

This was a world of sweet dreams.     

     

Then we all grew up…no longer visiting this mystical land. Life became far too serious and our imaginations fell asleep along with the stories     

I am rediscovering this magical world of my imagination. “The Land of the Little People” lives once again. In my dreams, there is a magical book with a secret compartment where the little people live with tiny tools. At night when youth sleep, they crawl out and make wonderful gifts for them.     

     

By day, I go to work in my adult form. I gaze into faces of youth who boast of negative things trying to appear all grown up. Once in a while, the guard drops long enough for a child to reappear. Then I take out my trusty tools of the imagination and try to build the gift of wonder—before the barrier snaps back up once again.

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