Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll
The day starts quite normally::
Waking up, rubbing slumber from my eyes, rolling over, out of bed and into morning pages
Lines follows lines of thoughts and dreams and to-dos and ideas
Breakfast is made (smoothie for me, waffle with just jelly for her)
As she’s off on an as-yet-unknown adventure, I sit down to begin mine
And later there’s the phone call::
“Mama, I fed a HIPPO!!!”
And she did, she fed a hippo apples, thrown right into the mouth big enough to fit her
And she turned to her Za (short for Zabazabadoo, nickname for Zayda, Yiddish for grandfather)
She said to him, “I want to work here when I grow up.”
So I learned::
Adventures are rarely expected as we are rubbing the slumber from our eyes
Each moment opens the path to a new journey waiting for us
We know so much when we are young
We forget so much as we grow
I want to share with you::
Write your morning pages
Take yourself on adventures big and small
Let your heart guide your journey
Be open to the impossible feeling possible
Peace, Love, and Wellness,
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