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“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Monday Musings - Imagination

Many of you who read this blog are fiction writers, so I assume you have wonderful imaginations, that fantasizing or making up events and people is something that comes naturally or easily to you. Not so with me. I must have had a good imagination when I was a small child, because I remember making up stories, songs, acting out plays, making artwork. But somewhere along the way, those things got shut down, along with my Spirit.

As I've worked on myself these last 30+ years, I've reclaimed many of those lost parts of myself. I'm very in touch with the damaged little girl inside me who was so terribly hurt. I have great compassion for the teenage part of me who made such poor choices in order to feel loved and accepted by boys. The young woman who lost her young son is always with me. There are some wounds that don't ever heal--you just learn to live with them. But I'm just beginning to try to find that very small creative child who believes anything is possible, and when she can't find what she needs in the real world, her imagination takes over.

This is so far out of my comfort zone, it is hard to put myself in the meditative place I need to go to allow the magic to emerge. But one day at a time, I'm inching closer. What about you? Has the magic of childhood followed you to adulthood? How does it manifest in your life?



Tabitha Bird said...

YES! Thank God, because I don't think I would be here without my imagination. I keep myself sane with the 'worlds' in my head. Hmmm... that actually doesn't sound so sane now I said it...

Cyndi said...

LOL Tabitha - I know exactly what you mean! And it's totally sane, unless of course "the voices" are telling you to do things. :)

When I was a child I used to daydream all the time. It was a defense mechanism to escape reality. I even fantasized that I was adopted and someday the truth would be revealed and I would be swept away to live with my "real" family.

I do still daydream whenever I'm in an uncomfortable situation or start to think about something that is painful. It's automatic and I have to catch myself and snap back to reality. I can see how this would obviously be helpful when writing fiction (something I'm likely never going to do). For me, what's helpful is to be conscious of what I daydream about. It gives me clues as to what isn't working now and what I'd really like to be doing.

L. Diane Wolfe said...

I lost that imagination sometime in my late twenties but found it again mid thirties. Now it just refuses to shut down!

Mason Canyon said...

I think a lot of us lose our imagination and the zest we had as children. Something about being a grownup we think we can't have an imagination anymore. But I'm glad to see a lot of us are beginning to find that imagination again. We should never lose it.

Thoughts in Progress

Mary said...

Having been in your boat I understand confusing losing control and imagining. But imagination is the fun part of you that you miss. Start out by asking her to visit a little each day. Get comfortable with her. She's not out to get control. She wants to play. Let go a little.
Giggles and Guns

Joanne said...

My imagination's there, but with an adult spin on it. I like taking real possible situations, setting adult characters in them, and seeing through to the consequences with my imagination. So it's an imagination, but somehow doesn't feel childlike, but more perceptive somehow.

Jemi Fraser said...

I'm lucky - I get to work with kids in my day job. It's very easy to stay in touch with my imagination that way :)

Helen Ginger said...

I can imagine, but not the same way as when I was small. Consider this, Karen...while you may have temporarily lost that small child's imagination, you developed a side that was able to delve into your past and write it. Not everyone can do that.

Glynis said...

You and I travelled the same path. I was 42 years old when my therapist found the key to let the damaged child free. Ten years later, I am flying high on a writing wave, and loving it. If I never get published, I do not mind. I have let my imagination have a playground. Now I relax.

I hope you find the same one day. :)

Jane Kennedy Sutton said...

I have to be reminded of the magic of childhood from time to time, but I have a grandson who’s really great at helping me see the world through the eyes of a child.

Jen Chandler said...

If it wasn't for my imagination I don't know if I would have made it this far! I am super thankful for the prolific imaginings that follow me from day to day. I can conjure up stories on a whime and often entertain my neices and nephews with crazy answers to their very normal questions.

Best of luck to you in recovering this part of your self. It will definitely be worth the searching (and healing).