Revelation.

The boy came home with prizes for the pledges he had raised for his school. A rubber bracelet. Plastic sunglasses. Something folded up in a plastic bag, which we still have yet to see, because… As he rummaged through his backpack, he suddenly declared (like he had found the Holy Grail – and gingerly held it aloft as such):

“And I got this most amazing thing…” [Dramatic pause to make sure he had our undivided attention.] “I.n.v.i.s.i.b.l.e. I.n.k.!”

He proceeded to describe, in a flurry of excited ideas, how invisible ink works: “You write on paper! And you can’t see it! Everything stays white! But then you put another color over it and – like, poof! Everything you wrote is right there!!”

Of course, we knew what invisible ink is. We had felt the same exhilaration at its magic when we were kids. But little did I realize how much I could use its magic now. There are countless ideas swirling around in my head at the moment; ’tis the season – forgiveness and atonement, resolution and change, poignant endings and new beginnings. Perhaps if someone could just swipe marker across my thoughts, they could appear where everyone (including myself) could see them.

I’d even up my school pledge for that.