Happy New Year

Welcome to my web nook, the link between my own wild woods and their imagined, virtual and prototypical counterparts, those being the best terms I can think of for all the possible dimensions in which they exist.

Wood Castle, for instance, looks a lot different to me than it would to a visitor. A visitor might miss the butterfly garden and see only the stockaded remains of an old aboveground pool. A visitor expecting something in stone and turrets might not experience their incarnation in vinyl and wood. But any home is still, twenty-first century or not, a refuge and a fortress and a piece of earth to nurture and protect along with its wildlife, a haven for family and friends, a headquarters for their activities. State of mind has a lot to do with it. Some people inhabit temporary shelters all their lives, never developing any connection with their surroundings. Others, if they have only a windowless room with a spider in it, will abide there wholeheartedly, if perhaps half in a land of dreams.

Isn't life mostly what happens in our thoughts plus what we choose to notice in our surroundings and what we care to remember of our actions or lack of action, or what happens to us despite our other plans? Two people experience the same cataclysm, and one reacts with sometimes disturbing optimism, and another with sometimes hilarious pessimism. They grow or they self-destruct, but never for the same reason. However much they shared in the bare facts connected with the event, they experienced it differently.

Imagination is power. That's what I'm thinking about today.

Thanks for stopping by!