My son chose the “Hot Air Balloon” episode of Mr. Rogers together today. He saw a hot air balloon adventure with Mr. McFeely and then a make believe scene involving two birds on balloons. When the birds made it back to King Friday’s, they had a balloon dance party. This will have to satisfy my waving for today.
Sickness keeps us in again. This time little guy is struggling with a cough and the flu has been circulating at his school. I’m thankful for the flu shot, which I think lessened the blow. It’s been difficult convincing him that he can’t go out in the snow when all he wants is to make snowballs. I am trying to stretch into some major patience as we play games, zoom with the cars, and make a banner for the new Sunday School teacher. As he naps, I am catching up on news and work. War and threat of war are the major topic everywhere.
I certainly hold hopes for my kids, about their future on this one-and-only earth, for the ways they learn to be in communication and connection with others. I hold hopes that their “make believes,” aid their self-discovery and creativity. And I have the opportunity to model for them the importance of such exploration at every age. As I navigate how to stay grounded, stay realistic, and stay informed, the corner serves as my own space of meditation and imagination.
From the corner balloon in hand, I look out and see the possibility of collective likeness and unity. I can keep on aspiring to joyful expression and compassion when there seem to be so many signs around to the contrary. We struggle as adults how to bring make believe energy and hope to the quagmires that feel so beyond our control. There are those whose dreams continue to push new possibilities. What does your imagination bring to today’s anxious conversations? What “foolish” hopes do you hold?
“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality.” -Martin Luther King, Jr., Nobel Peace Prize Speech, 1964.