To imagine is the act of creation that enables us to connect human consciousness to divine intelligence so we may bring forth beauty and purpose.
Nathan reminded me that “Imagine” – that single word – was my high school graduation theme…, decades ago.
Then he asked: “Could I ever Imagine what’s happening now?”
He took me on a journey back through time – 37 years – to when he was 3 years old.
I see a big, green rectangular box. On it, alphabet letters form words that say, “Teach your child to read.”
“I bought that for you when you were little.” Suddenly, “Forever My Little Boy” flashes through my head and I tell him, “You will always be my little boy, no matter how big or how old you grow, or how far away you ever might seem.”
”But, could you Imagine, Mom, that years later you’d write Alphabet Anatomy to help Branson master the alphabet and learn to read too.”
“Imagine that you’d turn Alphabet Anatomy into a book, and write more books, to help other kids master the alphabet. And I know it was your dream that I would help you.”
“But life happened, Mom, just the way it was meant to.”
“Could you ever Imagine how much more you’d learn as you bridged the chasm between our worlds and eventually realized that we are the Masters.”
“Could you ever Imagine that you and I would learn that together. ‘Master,’ it’s a verb and noun.” (I sense him wink).
“Imagine that one day you’d want to tell people those exact words, because you know the impact they can have and know them to be true in the deepest parts of your soul.”
“Imagine that you’d want to tell not just the kids, but the grown-ups too, that each of them is the Master…, in that game called life.”
“Imagine we wrote a story to demonstrate it.”
“Imagine, just Imagine, Mom.”
“Then Imagine I give you some words – magical, insightful words – all these years later.”
“Those words are: ‘Where earth and heart meet.’”
I whisper them back: “Where earth and heart meet; where earth and heart meet.”
“Imagine we did all of that.”
“Sort of like…, ‘Meet the Capital Letters.’ This is our story, Mom.”
“And in your most wild of dreams, could you ever Imagine that I would be the one to show you that place – where earth and heart meet…”
“And why it is that they have the same letters.”
. . .
I’ve learned that words are often vastly insufficient to express my overwhelming feelings in moments like these. Perhaps they are just another construct of earth life, but for Nathan and me, they are our sword nonetheless.
I remembered this poem that he wrote in 6th grade. I had it printed on the brochure for his memorial service. It’s apparent it has new meaning now, all these years later. He often signed his name, “N8 the Great,” like he did here. It’s titled simply, “Me.”
I hope these words can somehow convey what’s in my heart:
“It was totally inconceivable – not ever, ever possible – for me to Imagine that you and I would see our talents become so uniquely and divinely intertwined in such an unfathomable manner, and together we could use them to bring beauty and purpose to this world.”
