Magic Drop

A few days ago, I remembered a magic drop experience I had as a three or four year old, and that moment didn't occur again until I was much older, and in a very different way.

As you read, imagine yourself the same age I was. You will hear the voice of this guy as a youngster, until I’m not four any more…

My body is only like three feet tall, and I wear the kinds of high topped shoes that strengthen my ankles. I wear ‘em all the time, but mommy doesn’t like it when I go in the house after playing in the dirt in the back yard. She says my shoes are supposed to be white.

But, I kinda forget about my shoes when I see more int’resting things in the back yard like caterpillars and flies that land on my hand, or little snakes that I walk away from.

Most times, I squat down to see what’s to see somewhere, anywhere. I’m always lookin’ someplace. One day, I found new kitties and their mom huddled behind a big, tall bush against the hard foundation of the house. Mommy and daddy said we’d give ‘em away, so we did, and I felt bad.

One day, I saw something that actually spoke to me. Well, I think it did. I was squatting, lookin’ to see what was on a leafa grass. I think I saw a little droppa water. I know it was a droppa water kinda wobblin’ in one place, but not movin’ anywhere.

I think I heard that drop say something like, ‘There’s a world inside me.’ I kept lookin’, kinda starrin’ at the drop, wonderin’ what to do next. I was feeling kinda like I didn’t know what to do except stay put. So I did. I couldn’t see good enough to see the world inside the drop. I really, really think that voice I heard is real, but I don’t know what it means.

I haven’t told mommy or daddy about that magic drop, or what I thought it said to me. All I know is that was a magic moment, I still remember it, and, now that I’m so much taller and older, I can imagine all kinds of meanings.

What did you hear when you read, ‘There’s a world inside me’? Remember the last time you attended a live performance of actors, or dancers and singers, or a piano recital on stage? The same creative energy and imagination inside those performers exist in you, too, only the outward results may be different. We are, each of us, interconnected. We share the same quiet, imaginative world inside - our own magic drop.

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what’s being created.
~ David Moorhead