Since childhood Alice in Wonderland (by Lewis Carroll) has continued to top my list of favourites. I love the whimsical world of imagination. A place where perspectives are turned upside-down to reveal any possibility. I also really love the tea party. (Tea has also topped my list of favourites since childhood – I always wondered why waiters would smile so much when I ordered a pot of tea instead of a soda).
Childhood is a magnificent time, where imagination drives reality, anything really is possible. I love listening to Owen’s (age 4) stories and being apart of his imaginary play. I think to myself but trains don’t fly and I don’t think your teacher was eaten by a dinosaur (this was Owen’s response when I wondered why his teacher had left). I of course play along with his imaginary play and bask in it. How wonderful to believe that anything is possible.
I am not the first to ask the question: when do we stop believing in the impossible? I assume is very subjective and different for everyone.
“Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”– Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Sometimes we forget to believe not just what is possible but what is impossible. I have added this quote to our ‘sticky note wall of wisdom‘. A reminder to believe in the impossible.
Happy page turning and imagining x
