Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Do I think it is ironic that my child, who will undoubtedly remain a child forever, loves Peter Pan?
Does that somehow completely enchant me?
“Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.”
“I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.”
“If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.”
“To live will be an awfully big adventure.”
Thank you, J.M.Barrie. Thank you for putting beauty to the stoppage of time that has somehow taken up residence in my home.