A precious gift.

Imagination. That’s my saving grace. My route to happiness. I imagine being happy. So simple. Seems to me that I’ve always had a fertile  imagination.  The ability to think up stories. Scenarios. And live them. As if I’m the protagonist in a novel. A way to make everything imaginable come true.   I imagine a belief in a holy spirit. That’s all it takes. To perform miracles. On a daily basis. I’ve been blessed. With a precious gift. My imagination. –Jim Broede