What Do You Do With An Idea?

Once a week we walk to our local library. It's only a mile away, but we are an absorbent little bunch, habitually soaking up the details of our surroundings. Our little "adventure," can easily take up the whole morning, if not the entire day. The moss this time of year is just breathtaking, and it turns out, I’m not the only one who is called forth and captivated. I will never know if this is a story of nature or nurture, but my girls fall hard and fast for the little things, just like their mama. When curiosity peaks, we say yes, because I’ve learned that it’s the little things that become our everything(s). If taking time, (perhaps even too much time), to do absolutely nothing, sounds stressful or wasteful , you might not want to accompany us on our walk to the library. This is our rhythm, this is how we roll, slow and engaged, bright eyed and bushy tailed. But of course there is crying, because there is always crying.

This week we got lucky when we walked into the library and saw a yellow“lucky day,” sticker, stuck to a beautifully illustrated children's book. It was to my left, on a sparse top shelf, when it all but begged me to pick it up. This book seemed to have a humble mind of it’s own, with a will too powerful to compete with, and don't forget, a sticker claiming “lucky!” I had no choice but to say yes, to give it a home, and allow it to stir and unravel inside our walls. Well, it did just that, and now I am passionately, maybe even awkwardly, excited about it. I have been reading it morning and night, and spontaneously through out my day, usually with my girls, sometimes all alone. I must tell Octave multiple times a day that it is my new favorite book, as I trace my fingers along its cover and hold it snug to my chest. I am just so in love,  with a children’s book that should undoubtably be read to every human heart. It could just be me, (but in case it’s not) I needed to write down the book, for me, for you, for years to come. It's not the same as having it in your hands, with the beautiful illustrations, and the tangible feel, but still, it might just make your heart beat plum, and your breath inhale life, just as it did mine....

"One day, I had an idea. "Where did it come from? Why is it here?" I wondered, "what do you do with an idea?" At first, I didn't think much of it. It seemed kind of strange and fragile. I didn't know what to do with it. So I just walked away from it. I acted like it didn't belong to me. But it followed me. I worried what others would think. What would people say about my idea? I kept it to myself. I hid it away and didn't talk about it. I tried to act like everything was the same as it was before my idea showed up. But there was something magical about my idea. I had to admit, I felt better and happier when it was around. It wanted food. It wanted to play. Actually, it wanted a lot of attention. It grew bigger and we became friends. I was afraid that if people saw it, they would laugh at it. I was afraid they would think it was silly. And many of them did. They said it was no good. They said it was too weird. They said it was a waste of time and that would never become anything. And, at first, I believed them. I actually thought about giving up on my idea, I almost listen to them. But then I realized what do they really know? This is my idea, I thought. No one knows it like I do. And it's OK if it's different, and weird, and maybe a little crazy. I decided to protect it, to care for it. I gave it good food. I worked with it, I played with it. But most of all, I gave it my attention. My idea grew and grew and so did my love for it. I built it a new house, one with an open roof where it could look up at the stars, a place where I could be safe to dream. I liked being with my idea, it made me feel more alive, like I could do anything. It encouraged me to think big…and then, to think bigger. It shared it's secrets with me. It showed me how to walk on my hands. "Because," it said, "it's good to have the ability to see things differently." I couldn't imagine my life without it. Then, one day something amazing happened. My idea changed right before my very eyes. It spread it's wings, took flight, and burst into the sky. I don't know how to describe it, but it went from being here to being everywhere. It wasn't  just a part of me anymore… It was now a part of everything. And then, I realized what you do with an idea… You change the world. " - WHAT DO YOU DO WITH AN IDEA? -Kobi Yamada