This summer all over America local communities will watch the
familiar ferris-wheel going up, and smell the cotton candy being spun.
It's the traveling carnivals which breeze into town for a magical few
days, then just as quickly dismantle on their last night to haul their
magic to the next stop.
In a time of enormous space shuttles,
Caldron Colliders, and instant Apps, these old fashioned tent tours
must seem a tad insignificant. And yet it's in their very insignificance
we find their magic. For you see fellow patrons, they are altogether
more real and more substantive than those others. What's more, they are
just small enough to get inside our eyes, nostrils, and hearts.
But
first be sure to free the child in you to find out what can happen. The
rides become stairways to to the stars. The games turn into playing
dice with destiny. As for the laughter and the giggles, oh they sound an
awful like a chorus of angels beckoning the sleeping innocence in us to
dare once more to be fully innocent.
And there's more.
Next
be sure to free the adult in you to discover what can happen. Suddenly
the whole silly, frilly experience takes on the feel of a journey.
Whooshing you from the dreariness of your everyday days, up up and away
into an encounter with what lies in wait beyond the everyday. Perhaps
your dreams-come-true. Maybe your finale-finally-here. Whatever it is,
it's there waiting just for you.
So... at the first sound of the
traveling tent show in town, grab both the child and the adult in you.
Take them by the hand, and learn what magic waits for both. No fair just
guessing. You have to really plunge into the sawdust magic with both
feet!
If this sounds like an advertisement, you're wrong. Better than that, it's a wish....
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