To you and me and most of us a linguine is a wet noodle, something bland only made useful if it is accompanied by a savory sauce. Not so for little Roma who turns two this week. To her a linguine is something soft and fun to explore. Soon it became a bracelet, and what was good for one arm was good for another. When she was done, she extended her arms, pleased with the result of her newfound adornment. And what was true for linguine was so with Emory boards, they became skateboards!
We loose our ability to see with new eyes. As we do we forget what else we loose, the ability to see beyond what there is.