Leaving reality behind...

So, we attempted to see the Space Shuttle launch, twice. And, both times we were denied. But we ended up staying an extra day and checking out the Kennedy Space Center. I say this often, but I find it difficult to put into words what I experienced there. I've always loved Disney World, for instance, less because of its being fun or happy, but more for its respect of and focus on imagination. When I visit any of its parks, I feel I am taken away from this world just a little bit and carried to a place of, well, magic, I guess is the perfect word. I've loved Walt Disney ever since I wrote a report on his life in elementary school. But, this was different. This wasn't tales of mystical, imagined creatures. This was the story of something real. Something imagination single-handedly turned real. And, it was the most powerful thing I have ever experienced.

There is some doorway in me that has opened lately, and suddenly I am amazed by the things around me. So, this place, that would amaze even a comatose person, threw me off my track. Being witness to these events, standing in the very place they occurred, was breath-taking and awe-inspiring, to say the least. To see the depths of our universe through the eyes of these brave astronauts literally took me out of this world. And, I think that it was a clue to lead me toward my path to being a creator of truth. When I am inspired by something, I feel as though I am lifted, if only for a moment, from the boundaries of this world. Something grabs me and pulls me away, as if to a higher plane. I'm no longer on Earth. In fact, many times today I had to consciously pull myself back to reality, and think- dewin, get it together. And I realized that, though this was the longest I have ever experienced it at one time, it happens to me a lot. When I'm reading a book, when I'm watching a good movie, when I'm listening to music, when I'm at a concert, when I'm driving in my car, when the wind blows on my face, when I see a beautiful tree- for just a split second, it feels as though I've left my body. And, like an astronaut tethered to his space craft, I have to pull myself back in. Maybe that is where creativity lies, in that place just outside of reality. How else would all of space travel have been made possible? Any realistic person would have said it couldn't be.

It got me thinking about so many different aspects of life, I'm pretty sure I'll be blogging about it for the next week. But, the most important inspiration of them all was the vital place that imagination plays in the human species. We are so lucky to have that capacity. We are capable of so much wonderment.



Yes.