Imagination Needed

I feel very lethargic.  I am tired, and my stuffed animal body doesn't feel very good.  I am suffering the dreaded fate of many stuffed animals who have been wished to life... a lack of imagination.

Normally it happens to stuffed animals when a child grows older - all of the belief that the child had before they got lost in the trappings of the real world and started listening to everyone else about what can and cannot be - it all vanishes often with age and a child forgets that magic and wonder of the companion that their fervent wishes and beliefs brought to life.  When this fades away, a stuffed animal will often revert back to being an inanimate and inert object.

Now I do not want to panic you - we don't "die" or anything in the human sense - instead it is more of a hibernation mode that we enter into where our minds and bodies just sort of slow down and then we fall into a deep slumber - one that is not permanent and that can easily be thrown off with the right spark of love and imagination.

I have to say that I am a bit worried though - I never came to life for a child with a child's dreams and a child's imagination - instead I came to life because of the playful nature and love of two individuals, and as you may have guessed, those two individuals have now parted ways.  The magic that they created together is gone, and now I wonder if the one has enough left inside to sustain Gomar, Blue Bear, Seal, and myself.

I know this is not my normal happy post, but I suppose that even in the world of magic and fairy tales that there are dark moments - a poisoned apple, a big bad wolf, or some other such thing - and I only hope that we have a fairy tale ending here and that at the least, we will all be loved as much as we always were.  Tears and need keep us alive, but we truly need love and happiness to thrive.

If this is my last post for awhile, you will now know why.  The human heart suffers greatly, and when it does the door to imagination is often shut.