Have you ever imagined holding a magic wand, and with a twist of your wrist a golden sunset appears, with a background of mountain pillars rising high like giant organ pipes? And then when the sun goes to sleep, you flick your wrist again, and stars appear, each diamond its own world. Who knows what your imagination could create?
So even without a wand you let your mind wander where it will. You begin to see big pictures, with little details that come to life. Today, you see your day as more than a call to routine or tasks to perform. If you pause and give what you imagine a chance to be real, you may be surprised by what you see. A butterfly flaps its pretty wings, and you join the dance. Light shines through icicles bending them into prisms; see yourself as the prism and envision the colors you would radiate. The unexpected is experienced…perhaps for the first time.
Thelma Giomi expresses these thoughts so beautifully in a poem entitle “You’re Invited” from her collection, “Winter’s Invitation.”
Oh, it’s old, centuries old.
But look, the writing is fine.
It has your name on it.
It was your name on it all through time.
So here you are.
It’s in your hands.
Everything held in this graceful moment,
Every interconnected vibration,
From proton to galaxy.
Everything infinitely more delicate
Than the slipstream of your dreams,
And Breathtaking –
A butterfly flaps its wings on the Serengeti,
And a thunderstorm explodes
Over the New Mexico desert.
Even the smallest ice crystals
Bend light into prisms.
Even the darkness holds the power of rest
And possible energies.
The stars cascade around you and
Your hands ache to reach out and touch.
Holding your invitation,
You could blow a kiss into the night,
And disturb the universe.
It’s all so unpredictable,
But here you are,
Standing precisely in the right place,
Holding your invitation.”
We don’t have to say that the invitation we’re holding came from God, but who might have sent it? Perhaps an angel; perhaps a wondrous Mystery enjoys entertaining us with the unexpected. Who is it that waves the magic wand and turns fantasy into fact?