
I took this photo from a hotel window. Ironically, after taking it I was unable to see what had caused me to pick up my camera in the first place. After enlarging it, what finally emerged was what first caught my eye. You can do the same now and see what I saw.
How like life that is, I thought to myself. What we think we see boldly may not be there at all and what we donโt see at all stares hard at us from the horizon. If only our minds were as capable of opening as wide as our camera lenses. Imagine what we could really take in?
This afternoon, there were scores of children at my health club involved in various summer camp programs. A large group of six year-olds were playing basketball with a very, low hoop and a very, small ball as I passed by.
โCan I play, too?โ I asked several of the little ones standing along a fence.
They stared at me, considering this.
Finally one said, โI think youโre too big.โ
Then another one added, โAnd I think youโre too old.โ
โAre you sure?โ I asked.
Several piped up, โYes. Yes, weโre sure.โ
โOh dear,โ I replied. โThe truth is that I am neither too big nor too old to play with you. You must use your imaginations!โ
โOur imaginations?โ one asked.
โYes! Because you must imagine that even though I am bigger and older than you, I still have a little childโs heart and I would love to play with you.โ
โOh,โ said one little girl finally. โThen I think that would be okay!โ
I almost hugged her.
Later, as I was going through the grocery checkout, the clerk asked me, โHow are you today?โ
โAdorable!โ I replied.
For a moment he looked confused, then he said, โThatโs pretty funny.โ
โI wasnโt being funny,โ I replied. โIโm dead serious.โ
Now he was getting nervous.
โYou just have to use your imagination,โ I said. โIn my case, you need quite a bit of it.โ
We both cracked up.
Li-Young Lee, one of our finest contemporary poets wrote, โThe moon from any window is one part whoeverโs looking.โ If that is so, I want my eyes to be wide, clear and far-reaching. Above all, I must use my imagination. Without it, I cannot soar like the person in this photo. Without it, no one will play with me.
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