Ever met a wizard?
I have. I was waiting at the station entrance and there he was. Tall, with a purple silver cloak covered in stars, a pointy, black hat and a deep voice. And specs. The specs didn’t really ‘go’ with the wizard image but I guess he needed them to decipher his spells. They were a bit ‘station office manager’, but never mind. Even a wizard can’t be perfect all the time.
It was Wizard Week at the Preserved Steam Railway and I was waiting for my two gorgeous grandchildren. They came bouncing along, wondering what we would see. Witches waited at the dark entrance to their ‘cave’ with a tempting Lucky Dip, and thick cobwebs hung across the door in swathes.
It’s hard to explain a wizard to a two-year old. It’s hard to explain about pumpkin lanterns, broomsticks that fly and why witches have green faces. It sounds a bit silly when you say it, especially when you don’t want to frighten the listeners.
Zeb (two) held my finger, (he was only a little bit scared,) and Ruby, (four), ran ahead to where the steam engine was gently hissing. As it began to pull the carriages, vast clouds of steam rose into the autumn morning air and I was remembering the ‘Railway Children’ story. There was even a tiny allotment, marigolds still in bloom, for the signalman to tend.
It was scary, just a bit, for Zeb, being in the company of magical creatures, but holding my finger made it safe and it was even safer when his daddy scooped him up in his arms. He could be scared, but from a safe place.
Up on the green metal bridge that crossed the railway line we had different, amazing view. We could look down on the engine, steaming away, tiny witches and wizards waving from the platform, and grinning parents wishing they were still allowed to believe in magic. Perhaps they did. I hope so.
Ruby found a real spider in its sparkling web, carefully attached to the metal struts of the bridge. We all examined it, admiring its spots and sparkles and wondering at its skill.
On the drive home I started thinking about the cobwebs in our mind.
We’re so used to thinking in certain ways. We adopt prejudices, opinions and attitudes. We have ‘mind-sets’ about stuff that we refuse to change. We’re right. And that’s that…
Except… perhaps we’re not?
Here’s my Positive Spin on –
Why we need to ‘stand on the bridge … and look at the cobwebs.
1. We saw a completely different view from that bridge.
‘I couldn’t possibly go back to work.’
Sweep away those artificial cobwebs and take a different view.
Really think it through. Perhaps you could take a part-time job. Or start by doing some voluntary work. Whatever it is that scares you about making a change, try looking at it form a new perspective.
2. Is it so scary?
You have a goal in mind. You haven’t told anyone because you’re scared. But you know in your heart it’s achievable. But what will people say? They’ll laugh. They’ll try to put you off.
Or… they might support you. They might help. They might not put you off at all.
That real spider was beautiful. Delicate, friendly looking and fragile. Not fierce at all. Only scary in our minds.
3. Spiders’ webs aren’t all bad.
Spiders’ webs are amazing. I wonder how long they take to create? They’re so versatile, to provide a ‘home’ and a ‘food store’ for the occupant. Brilliantly designed.
Don’t try to clear away all your cobwebs at once. After all, it would be unkind to the spider if you did that, she worked so hard. Let light in to the corners gradually, when you’re ready to make changes, large or small. Climb up slowly on to that bridge and stand and stare. Enjoy the fresh view. For as long as you like.
What is getting in the way of your ‘view’ at the moment?
Which cobwebs are lurking in your mind?
Are you going to get out that cobweb brush?
Tell us about that ‘goal’ that scares you, then it won’t be so scary!
Header image by cursedthing and post image by Bagoogoo, on Flickr.