She came to me cradling a small piece of red cabbage in her hand. Nothing special, just a peeled back layer of Brassica oleracea boiled to make a pH indicator for a science experiment, yet it brought a little wonder into our home. It was not simply the alchemy of acids and bases, of magically changing colors, it was the pleasure in her eyes when she said in a quiet voice, "This is what a dragon's wing would feel like."
Anatole France said, "To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act."
We stood in the kitchen holding a piece of cabbage and feeling the leathery hide of dragon; tracing its veins, observing bone structure and the power of latent musculature.
I am thankful that I did not react as I have all too often...with a hurried reply or an easy dismissal. I stopped. And listened. And loved what I heard. In that moment we were not just mother and daughter, we were kindred spirits of imagination. Imagination sparks dreams and I was able witness the spark simply because I did not smother it.
My own One Thousand Gifts. One through eleven are a bit personal but #12 - #15...
~ Summer rain
~ End of drought- earth drenching rainstorms
~ A little girl who loves ducks because her daddy does
~ Another who sees a dragon wing in an everyday thing