Fantasy, even to say it sounds satisfying like word that feeds the mouth and tongue and then keeps you chewing. Why are so many wrapped up it tales of dragons, and power rings and planets beyond our own?
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| Michael Whelan The Way of Kings |
As an art therapist, one might think that I know but I have no real answers. I am as swept up in it as the next person. The Marvel Movies and Umbrella Academy swept me into tales of magic, power, and evil-doers, but so did Gossip Girl and Younger about the stratified culture of privileged New Yorkers. I have always been a sucker for a well-told tale from Charlotte's Web to the Empyrean Series of Rebecca Yarros. I've even tried my hand at writing a bit of fiction here and there, but makers of fantasy are true wizards to me.
Yet, we are all wizards at one time and another. If the path of pain or fear stretches out long before us, isn't our own biology that makes it so we may imagine something else and lower our own heart rate and still our pulsing breath?
I am in such admiration of my clients, children and adults alike, who invent magical brilliant unicorns or the possibility that the dear person who has passed continues to speak their name. In the face of great hardship and cruelty or just reality, fantasy is a gift and kindness at times. And I am grateful for it.
What is it that gives you an urge for gratitude today?
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