“Second to the right and straight on to morning!” By J.M. Barrie

The first time I met Pan, I was fifty and he was twenty five, but still, it was a propitious meeting and one that seems to have set the course for the rest of my life. A meeting of minds over matter, of thoughts versus rules, of life over mundane-ism.

I saw him but a few times and the innocence of those times was legendary. We watched the sun rise over the trees at Miller Park, the stars rise over Fairview Park and said good-bye when the geese flew off into the northern sky.

Wendy that I am, I continued to grow up and older until I found myself placed on consignment, to be dusted once daily and put away on a shelf where life was viewed through a distant window and the sounds of laughter and love were only echoes from the people in the hallway. Not so dreary as it sounds, but certainly not Never Land.

Thinking I was banned forever from that magical place, I became content enough until the day I met Peter! Not Pan, nothing like Pan at all. Peter was so beautiful inside and out that he practically glowed and whenever I stood near him, my face reflected all the light of the universe. I could no longer stay on that shelf. Each time I was placed back up there, I simply floated away!

Now I believe! Knowing what I know now, I believe! Whenever that thought begins to falter, I simply think of Peter’s face and his extraordinary philosophy of life.

“Second star on the right and straight on till morning!” By Peter Pan.

Once I was found, but now I am lost forever in that place where good thoughts and good actions make anything possible.