When I was a little girl, my father told us that there was a little man who lived in the refrigerator. It was this little man's job to turn the light on when you opened the door, and off when you closed it. It wasn't that my dad was trying to deceive us... it was a game... a game that let us see the world through eyes of wonder.
There's nothing like an election year to make the world seem pretty banal. I listen to the news. The cars need repairs, there are eye appointments, and moths in the pantry.
But then I step outside and watch the moon sift down powdered light that makes my skin glow silver.
This banal sin tinged world is real, but so is my imagination. So are the words of poetry that help us remember the wonder and the beauty.
I pick up a leaf and turn it into a fairy princess. She's wearing her crown. And I remember what an amazing wonderful thing a leaf is.....that this ordinary looking leaf has been taking the light of the sky and turning it into sugar all the summer long. Turning gold into sweetness.
We go for a hike and my children gather fistfuls of colored leaves, all glowingly different from each other in their dying glory. And I gather fistfuls of wonder.