Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Moments
I love those moments of real-ness. when you can't back down. Moments of real seriousness. Moments where you fear because you want the truth out. Moments where you're completely in bliss. Moments where you laugh and enjoy it, no matter when and where. Moments when you get goosebumps unexpectedly. Moments where you're so completely enamored and in love. Moments of stillness. Moments of absurdity. Moments when you lose all awareness of your body and just move/dance. That moment when you go to bed at night and you feel yourself release everything from that most-trying day
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Of pure imagination
When I even write that line that I put in the title I can hear Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka singing that lilting tune about imagination, which I actually just found out is a Roald Dahl poem. Oh the wonders of the internet.
Ever since my post about inspiration I've been mulling often about inspiration which breeds creativity but I find the biggest source is imagination. I'm sitting here deciding how to proceed with my life, what decisions to make and all the while in the back of my mind I'm wondering where in the world my imagination has gone. I had an incredibly vivid imagination as a child, the world was oh so wonderous, everything was more than it was. Every day I thought up wonderful scenarios in my head and acted them out, but nobody knew I was acting them out, for in my head I would transform whatever ordinary thing they were doing and make it story or a scenario. Even the folds of my blanket at nighttime were fascinating, I pictured them as the folds of dark and mysterious caves, lands unearthed and waiting to be explored. Now my day is filled with practicality. True I do get to babysit kids and see them participate in their imagination, but I don't wanna partake, for it's not my story or scenario, or I don't want to force it on them so I smile and urge them to keep on acting it out without me, for I know if I played along I could never do justice to the part acting out in their head.
My biggest question is how do I get this back?
Can I ever get it back??
Or is it something to just remember fondly and say goodbye mournfully?
That answer does not satisfy me.
But I'm still utterly beguiled on how to get it back.
Perhaps it involves turning off the computer. Just being immsersed in myself in the world. Putting the cell phone away. I know that's a big part of it.
Maybe I just need to tell myself to do it and encourage stories in my head, step by step.
Oh I do wish I get it back
Ever since my post about inspiration I've been mulling often about inspiration which breeds creativity but I find the biggest source is imagination. I'm sitting here deciding how to proceed with my life, what decisions to make and all the while in the back of my mind I'm wondering where in the world my imagination has gone. I had an incredibly vivid imagination as a child, the world was oh so wonderous, everything was more than it was. Every day I thought up wonderful scenarios in my head and acted them out, but nobody knew I was acting them out, for in my head I would transform whatever ordinary thing they were doing and make it story or a scenario. Even the folds of my blanket at nighttime were fascinating, I pictured them as the folds of dark and mysterious caves, lands unearthed and waiting to be explored. Now my day is filled with practicality. True I do get to babysit kids and see them participate in their imagination, but I don't wanna partake, for it's not my story or scenario, or I don't want to force it on them so I smile and urge them to keep on acting it out without me, for I know if I played along I could never do justice to the part acting out in their head.
My biggest question is how do I get this back?
Can I ever get it back??
Or is it something to just remember fondly and say goodbye mournfully?
That answer does not satisfy me.
But I'm still utterly beguiled on how to get it back.
Perhaps it involves turning off the computer. Just being immsersed in myself in the world. Putting the cell phone away. I know that's a big part of it.
Maybe I just need to tell myself to do it and encourage stories in my head, step by step.
Oh I do wish I get it back
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