Make life Psychedelic

What happens to us when we get to be a certain age ? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself recently. You start out your life with a sparkle that finds mystery and adventure around every corner and under every stone. Cracks in the pavement become the object of a life-or-death challenge as you try to avoid them all while walking down the street… The sea and sky provide no end of matter for flights of fancy, from seeing shapes in the clouds to imaginary kingdoms waiting to be discovered below the foaming crests of waves…

And somehow, somewhere we get wrapped up in school and homework and jobs and images and reputations and before you know it you wake up and you become this person that’s so “grown up” you don’t remember the last time you really saw the colour green or asked yourself what dogs do with their lives when their masters aren’t looking.

I’m not advocating we all become like Peter Pan and live our lives completely cut off from reality. But maybe, just maybe dear old Peter wasn’t totally wrong after all. What if we remembered to take the time to indulge boy/girlhood fancy once in a while? What about dusting off those rose coloured glasses we retired way back when and put the wonder back into the way we look at life. I’m just saying… ;)