I was small when I first read “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” by C.S Lewis. From the beginning it mesmerized and charmed me. There was comfort and happiness in escaping into the world and believing, if only for a moment, that Narnia and Aslan were real.
I reached for that book over and over as I grew from little girl into young woman. It transported me and let me indulge in the magic of fairytales. It was a happy place for me.
I don’t know when we lose that feeling.
Maybe when the lists, responsibilities and adult mechanisms of life swallow it? It’s hard to lose yourself in another world when this one wants so much from us. So we go about our days and don’t allow ourselves the pure joy of a fantasy.
The picture above is my summer wallpaper staple. It sits on my desktop from June to August. I love the pure whimsy of it – the day of sun, sand and contentment it conjures for me whenever I am lucky enough have all my window tabs closed and can take it in for just a few seconds. The daydreams it offers me help me come back to the piles and the emails, the flashing red message buttons and the never-ending list of things I need to do.
Sometimes that’s all we need amidst the chaos of our day-to-day lives. A little reprieve and a chance to catch our breath while taking in the colors of our world.
When was the last time you indulged in a mini vacation in the middle of your busy day?
Do you think you’re finally “old enough” to read the fairytales again?