Searching for Bigfoot

Today I found out that my grandmother went to the hospital and needed a catheterization procedure for her heart. My grandmother was a big part of my childhood. She taught me many things, but there is one thing in particular that I feel had the biggest impact — she taught me the power of imagination.

My grandmother used to take me out to “the woods” near her home in rural Michigan. When I grew up I learned that “the woods” was just a narrow strip of trees separating her property from the neighbors. But as a child of four or five, it was a dark and mysterious place.

We would go out there to look for Bigfoot. I have no idea why it was Bigfoot we were looking for, but we would walk through the trees, crouched low, and she would whisper, “Where’s Bigfoot? Where’s Bigfoot?”

We never found Bigfoot, but it didn’t stop us from going out there and trying to find him. My mind was filled with so many ideas of how we could lure him close to us, but not too close! When I got the news about my grandmother’s health I drifted back to my younger years, and I couldn’t help but smile, and cry.

I can hear her voice, “Don’t be silly, there never was an actual Bigfoot. It was in our imagination and the walks we took was exercising our legs AND minds.” I close my eyes and can imagine us crouched low, hand and hand. I don’t give myself any time these days to search for Bigfoot. Life is too busy, but that’s an excuse. If we don’t flex our imaginations daily then we’ll miss the opportunities to create something great. Something nobody has thought of before. Read a book. Write a book. Get away from TV, you need to be an active participant. Life is too short to stop searching for Bigfoot.

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