Whales in the Sky
Birds are all right, I suppose.
But whales in the sky?
I could watch them all day.
If only whales could fly!
They would play in the clouds,
And chase airplanes away.
Written by Patrick S. Stemp
Illustrated by Anita Soelver
Just a random thought while driving my car and glancing up at the clear blue sky. I’d love to see some whales up there, maybe eating planes or swatting them out of the sky with their giant tails.
Are these flights of fancy really random, or is the old brain dredging up something from my past?
I might be thinking about Manta’s Gift, by Timothy Zahn. It’s been a dozen years since I read it, but something must have stuck with me.
If there were whales in the sky, people would finally have a reason to be legitimately scared of flying. They’d still do it though. It’s who we are.
Regardless, I’m not getting on a boat. Spielberg cured me of that desire a long time ago.
Your imagination will take you places you could otherwise never go.
As we grow older, our imagination seems to fade little by little, if we don’t nourish it every day. It takes effort, and perhaps few will keep their childhood imagination, but whatever you can hold on to will carry you through darker days, when life throws you a curveball.
Take your time to smell the flowers, lay on your back in the grass and watch the clouds take shape of magical creatures, just to soon change into something else. Sketch, write, tell stories – whatever fits you best. Tell them to yourself, your children or your readers, depending on what you want. Stories told to a child will still live on, even if they’re the only person to ever hear it.
And if you have lost your imagination completely, read lots of children’s book, at see how your imagination will return if you let it. It’s a precious gift, that we often don’t realize that we have been given, before we some day wake up and notice that it’s gone. Don’t let it slip away.