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Steve Case, through his emersion into the story, reminds us that the presence of the divine surrounds us continually and he teaches us how to tap into that presence.

 - Mary Beth Howe, Author:A Baptist Among Jews

Friday
Jul262019

JAMES BOND SHOPS AT PUBLIX

I was at my local supermarket this morning and spotted a  kid shopping with his mother. He was perhaps 8 or 9 and was walking behind her...backwards. He had both hands held up in front of him as if he were James Bond holding a pistol.  His mother was well protected from whatever dangers might befall and an exceedingly tired-looking woman dealing with a home-for-the-summer kid with an adventurous imagination. 

 He was entirely into whatever movie he was playing in his head. Nothing was going to stop his mother from buying the family groceries. Not while he was on the job. I

 it was impressive.

 We passed each other in the cereal aisle, and I turned to look at him, and he gave me that chin-nod acknowledgment. I smiled and moved on. A few aisles later we were heading toward each other, and when we passed each other again, I caught his eye, and I nodded toward an elderly couple coming behind me and whispered “ninjas.”  It took him a second to realize I was playing along, and he looked at me and nodded his agreement. 

 Our paths did not cross again, and I assume he’s gone on to other adventures. Hopefully, the older couple did not suffer any ill effects. I’m not sure what that would be exactly. Secret Agent stuff.  

 What happened to fantasy?  I don’t mean movies and video games I mean up in your head daydreams?  Why do we crave reality? Why is reality TV so prevalent? Okay, Real Housewives of Akron can be created for a fraction of what an episode of Game of  Thrones costs but why do we WANT to see reality TV? Don’t we have enough problems of our own?  Do we watch other people so we can say, “Well, at least I’m not THAT guy.”  

 When I was a boy I watched a television show called WILD KINGDOM...sorry; I meant MUTUAL OF OMAHA’S WILD KINGDOM. It was a nature show about lions and tigers and bears and other assorted animals. It was later learned that some of the more “dangerous” situations were sort of...well...staged. They might throw a rattlesnake into a pen with a bunch of horses or some other animals and then film the reaction. Look, at these hawks fighting over a snake!  

 I think a great deal of reality television is staged for our enjoyment. Wresting isn’t real, folks. The housewives don’t really talk like that. And I might just tune in myself if someone were to throw a real snake into the room with the bachelorettes. There was nothing about Game of Thrones based in reality. You might make a few Cersi jokes about your family, but I doubt you have any real dragons around the table for Sunday dinner. 

 Let yourself go. Get out of your head once in a while. Why must we tell kids to “get your head out of the clouds”?  I had a friend whose father told him to “keep both feet planted firmly on the ground,” and he said, “But Dad, I’ll never get my pants on.”

Is there anyone  ANYONE reading this blog right now who was not, at one time or another, four years old?  That means at one time or another you sang, you wrote plays, you painted, you sculpted, you danced....and then one very bad day, someone told you that trees don’t grow sandwiches. Horses are not purple.  Fish don’t fly, and birds do not play chess. Someone told you to stop dreaming, and we leave that wonderful place and become adults. Go find that child. He or she still exists. They are waiting for you. They have a balloon, your favorite color.  Go.

 Maybe. Just maybe, if you can visit that place and practice seeing the world as it ISN’T, you can develop that talent for seeing the answers that nobody else sees. 

 I’ll end with this.

 There is such a place as fairyland—but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day, the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.” 

― Lucy Maud Montgomery

 

 

 

 

 

 

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