Be open to being enchanted

I read Ensorcelled by Eliot Peper earlier this week ahead of its public release. It’s beauty for the mind.

It’s the kind of book that reminds us of what happens when we allow ourselves see the details in the world around us. And the worlds we can imagine.

It hugs you, reassuring that your weirdness isn’t something to be fixed. That it’s more than okay to care about what others don’t see.

I love the reminder that we have the freedom to think up and discover a dragon, our dragon, and tell stories about it. These dragons aren’t meant to be slain. Stories about them are meant to be shared with those we love.

It reminded me of why we make things. Why we care. And why what we care about matters.