{when it rains, it pours}

Today I lived the phrase people say that "when it rains, it pours". Today it poured, raining cats & dogs (sadly not men), a downpour of sorts, the pelting your face sideways rain, on the verge of hail type of pour. And I was stuck in the midst of the storm, being drench by the mishap around me while adding to the precipitation with the alligator tears streaming down my face and puddling on my lap. 

I felt like I took the leap off the cliff and instead of landing on safe ground I was thrown into quick sand and was struggling to stay ahead of my sinking surroundings. 

But with every storm there comes a rainbow. And today I might not have made it through my storm without that rainbow reminding me that there was hope at the end of the storm. Shedding light on the situation as it spread across the sky, lifting my spirits and changing the outlook of the storm. 

I learned today that even when it pours, rain is necessary for growth. Today, I learned I am stronger than I thought, even in my low points. That I am persistent and willing to stand out the storm in hope for the clearing of the skies at the end. Sometimes rain is necessary to wash away the old and make way for the fresh new start. So, even though today it rained, or more accurately poured, I stuck it out- hanging on to the precious rainbow, allowing myself to grow and embracing the fact that this is the beginning of my new start. For good things come to those who wait; and that there are some things, which can only be learned in a storm. 

{faith. trust. & pixie dust}

I used to believe that Neverland was only for children who wished to stay young forever, to never growing up, and living in their imaginations forever. However, today I believe a little bit of faith, trust and pixie dust are for all ages, young and old.

I have found myself the last couple of weeks admiring two precious little girls while they play in their own little worlds, getting lost in their enchanted imaginations. The innocence of their thoughts reaching in whichever direction their brain takes them next, without limitations. To these girls the world is their canvas, and time is theirs- to dream, to create a world of their own, to discover, and to share vulnerably with one another their thoughts and desires.

As I sit drifting on my own cloud, watching the girls play, or sing their little hearts out to their Disney princess songs, I begin to feel a smirk curling up around the edges of my lips. Oh what it was like to be a child, when nothing seemed to stop you or hold you back. When life itself seemed simple, yet magical. When did I lose this feeling? It is almost as if their world seems lightyears away from mine, or we are separated by a film- by the title of "adulthood".

What I would give to be young again, exuberant and passionate, with joy bursting at its seams to escape in my smile and laughter, and allowing my imagination to explore the endless infinity of its ability. When I believed faith, trust and a little bit of pixie dust could take me anywhere I wished or could dream up. When I could become the president, an astronaut, nurse, doctor, teacher, author, or a mommy. Where the sky was the limit and even that couldn't hold me down.

Yet, as I consider all of these things, even today, the sky and beyond will always be my limit. Even as adults we too, deep down, are still those young children who believe in magic, the tooth fairy, Santa Clause and in true love.

Though I find it hard to summon the imagination these girls possess, it isn't because I am incapable of such whimsy, it is more of the matter that as adults we lose our sense of adventure. we live under the stipulation in which time is of the essence and the pretense that our doings must have a purpose.

As adults we build walls of knowledge and foundations of reasonings. But what if we tore down these walls. What if we too sat and let our minds wander? What if we threw all the formalities of life out the window, for even a few minutes? What would the world look like then?

I wonder this as I watch the girls play with their dolls... what does the world look like to them? I believe as adults we need to learn to let go, relax, and sit down and play. We get caught up in the mundane tasks of our days, the ins and outs, the to do lists. The world is filled with whimsy and wonder, with beautiful things around every corner that we miss, or walk past, blinded by within our own worlds, with our mind set on the goal instead of fully appreciating the journey.

Take the time to slow down. Find your Neverland and rekindle the glow of your inner child. Let your imagination soar and your fantasy awaken. Dream the dreams you wish, and let your heart guide you. Imagine what we could be capable of if we truly let our selves aspire to our dreams and believed we could do and/or become anything we wished. Envisioning a world we create, our Neverland here and now.

It is time we again have faith in the unknowns, in ourselves and our futures, in our dreams and desires, and the power of love. Trust, in others, in our abilities, in the future and in the journey. It is time we believe in a little pixie dust, in our hopes, and we find the whimsy in our lives. So we would find the glow within us and let it shine. Granting our stories to begin once again with the light in our hearts, and the wish of our dreams.

It is time we believe faith, trust and a little bit of pixie dust could take us anywhere we wish or can dream of.

Do you believe in fairies?