I once read that Puff, the Magic Dragon was written quite by chance. One of the authors, Lenny Lipton, has said that he wrote a short poem and laughingly left it on a typewriter for Peter Yarrow ... who added some lyrics and turned it into a song. The magical realm of Honalee was just that, for Lenny knew nothing of Hanalei Bay or the massive lava cave, large enough for any dragon.
How is it that a whimsical poem left in jest became forever immortalized as a wonderful children's book? A book that decades later, I found myself reading to my four year old today.
Isn't it amazing what we unconsciously already know? Imagine what magic truths we have left to unlock, if we only let ourselves find the key!
~ Ancient Mariners, Water Guardians, King Neptune and the Wicked Banshee of the Bay ~