Emotions, Opossums, and Finding Everyday Awe

On imagination

“But how can it be real,” asked rabbit, “if it’s made up?”

“Just give it a try,” replied bear, “and you’ll see.”

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📷: The Ridgeback, a somewhat odd explorative mobile of metal and walk-found wood bits (38” x 24”)
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Wonder was her name, and when she ran her hands across her bedsheets, they sparked fire, lightning blue between her fingertips.

His name was Quiet, and he would stand by the window silently watching birds at the feeder, picturing the stories they would tell that night, a feast of seed and joy found scattered upon sweet ground.

Their name was Tender, and sometimes – when gray clouds squeezed out the sun – they would close their eyes, finding safe places to snug inside the rain.

Her name was Patience, and she could often be found tucked in a corner wearing checked socks pulled up to her knees, waiting for the click-click-click of the heater igniting, her smile wide as warm air began rushing up from the vent under foot.

His name was Dreamer, and he loved watching smoke curl from incense, happily lost in some distant place, the skyward drift of sandalwood and swirl.

Last night at the exact moment I woke up to go pee, the motion-sensor light outside my bedroom window turned on.

Looking out, I saw two small opossums playing in the grass, a waxing crescent moon overhead.

They chased, and rolled, and ran circles.

I could almost hear their laughter as they vanished behind the laurel and the night went black again.

Where can you find a little everyday awe today?