I speak on how different we all are often. Which is what makes us so wonderful, diverse and (really) quite lovely. But it's also maddening, because it's not always easy to communicate with someone else. Since we all react differently, how you see things won't always be how someone else views the same situation.
There are objects I wish for, dream of and long to possess: a magic wand, teleport, time machine and diviner. Which makes me wonder if I've read way too much Harry Potter. But, alas, it's true. If I could wave my hand, stir the air and pull magic into me, I would use it to harness these dream weavers.
Which leads me to the next what -- what I would use them for. I would use them to take hurt away, to communicate what heart speaks to heart and remove the unrest.
I would, probably, also use them in a series of great adventures, hijinks and shenanigans. But first would come the tumbling down of our inner babble walls, so we could all really hear each other, understand one another and celebrate what fierce beauty resides inside each and every one of us.
I imagine that time would be like fireworks -- color, light and rarely glimpsed glory exploding at the edge of our world as it softly rained down upon us.
That picture is worth a thousand words, and I write them to myself daily. I believe, I believe, I believe.
Today's word is: adduce