Last night I made up stories for the kids at bedtime instead of reading ones out of a book.
I think I opened a huge can of beautiful rainbow colored worms.
INstead of falling asleep like they should they stayed up for WAY TOO LONG telling each other stories.
Cian has made one up with different parts in which the whole family takes part. Even Daddy.
He wants to know when he will be allowed to go to Spirit and talk to Daddy again.
I reminded him that he will be able to talk to Daddy any time he would like to, that since Daddy is in Spirit he can hear him even if Cian cannot see him.
Cian then looks at me and says, OK — I am going to ask the angles to find Daddy for me and let him know I want to talk. AND he also needs to finish figuring out his story.
Galen is in the bed on the other side of the room insisting that dinosaurs really need to be added to the story, especially T-Rex.
I really did not think they were ever going to get to sleep, but I could not bring myself to insist that the story telling end, either.
How often do things like this happen? How often does such inocence and imagination take on a life of its own.
I really think we lose some of that as adults. We forget that we can fly in our dreams. We start to think if we cannot see it that it really cannot be there. And neither one is the case.
The universe and its possibilities are way more endless than we can ever fathom right now. Maybe someday — And yet there are a million signs every day of our REAL connectedness with Universe, Divine and each other. We need to step away form the obvious in the way of technology — but deeper. Really, the butterfly effect is in full mode each and every day. Everything we do, everything we think, every thing we say and everything we dream ripples like water from a stone dropped in a very still pond. Each ripple is bigger, each causing the next.
I could have totally squashed story time. I could have told them it was ridiculously past bed time and enough already. But the giggling, the imagination and the remembrance of Daddy, well, why would one ever want to squash that.
May all your ripples be rainbow colored to ward off any dark ones trying to take over your vibration.
Smile.