I am one of those people who easily gets lost in her own mind. Constantly turning over in my head are the things found only in fairy tales and fantasy. Usually these things never come to exist or can even be entertained as possibilities, but occasionally, when you least expect it, you find something in the world that reminds you that other people are dreamers too. Today holds one of those moments. I came across an article about treehouse restaurants. While some may say it's just a restaurant, I say it's a light in the darkness of our never-ceasing obsession with staying utterly, morosely in the heart of logical reality. Why wouldn't I want to eat my meal in a treehouse? Peter Pan does, the ewoks do, Tolkien's elves do, the gnomes of my imagination do. My heart skips a cheerful beat when I see our imagination at work. To knit a thread of dreams in a tapestry of expectation adds a snag of unexpected wonder to our lives.
Why not indeed? Keeping the mind open to possibility and to why not instead of why? That can only be a good thing.
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