“I am often accused of being childish.  I prefer to interpret that as child-like.  I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things.  I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish.  I still listen to instinctual urges.  I play with leaves.  I skip down the street and run against the wind.  I never water my garden without soaking myself.  It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work.” ~Leo F. Buscaglia

Yes, I’m a nearly 42-year-old, constant child of 3, simultaneously living in the timeless infinite. The magick has never been lost in my life, I find wonder in every experience, and I continue to believe.

You can imagine how excited I was when I found my most beloved friends in a box in the garage just this past Friday, pictured above. I had E.T. the longest, and Eeyore came into my life later.

They are the only stuffed animals I kept of nearly a hundred that I had. I used to play make-believe by myself with all of my friends seen and unseen, creating experiences for us all to explore, singing songs, and talking away.

I never needed a play mate, as I was quite content in my own little world. My brother used to try and come in and interrupt things, but my parents would tell him to leave me alone, as I would get quite disturbed at the interruption. LOL

“Whoever wants to understand much must play much.”  ~Gottfried Benn

My parents actually tape-recorded me singing and talking when I was three, which they still have and we like to play now and then, giggling away at it all. They also have other fun recordings they saved of us as children opening presents at Christmas and me singing a Christmas carol, Away in a Manger, in the choir doing a solo at age 3 in front of hundreds of people where I briefly pause and take a gulp of air in the middle of it without a flinch or care. My parents said everyone smiled and got a kick out of that in the audience. 🙂

I’m going to visit them next week for the holidays, so we likely will bring these tapes out, or shall I say, my brother will get them out to laugh at.

Needless to say, my stuffed friends – enchanted to me – were very dear and still are.

I always connected to my cosmic self since I was a child and my E.T. friend provided a sense of comfort and home where I felt uprooted. My mom would tuck me into bed with E.T. throughout childhood AND high school, sheets up to both our chins. And then Eeyore joined as well.

“In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.” ~Papiha Ghosh

This particular stuffed Eeyore happens to look like my beloved, departed Nestor. The two of them together, E.T. and Eeyore, remind me of me and Nestor on many levels, as you can see in this photo above left.

E.T. and Eeyore have traveled with me, even joining me in a couple classes I participated in, in Sedona with Laura, just after Nestor transitioned. They are both in perfect condition except for E.T.’s finger and toe being bitten by Nestor…a nice little reminder of her always being a part of me and with me, or as E.T. says, “I’ll be right here.”

And now they have rejoined me in bed and are bringing their warmth, love and magick again into my life and dream time. I love going to sleep and waking in the night and morning, finding them wrapped together under one or both of my arms. For the first time last night, somehow Eeyore and E.T. switched places and E.T. was actually upside down, but they were still side by side, as they always are. I wonder what we were up to in the night? 🙂

I have always lived in my imagination and brought my imagination to life. I will continue to do so throughout my infinite existence.

Imagination is our creative power source from which we shape our experiences and create new and more enriching realities.

“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight.  Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.  With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.  And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.” ~Robert Fulghum