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I have been thinking of my past a lot recently, I know it’s from writing the book I have been working on though it is a work of fiction, it started to make me think of our imagination and how we draw on it.
Remembering as a child constantly being told off for daydreaming and not concentrating on what was happening around me… to sit in a boring class, the teacher droning on in a monotone voice. It was truly dismal.
The only teacher I remember back to who inspired, was a man teaching English and an Elvis Costello look alike. He was funny, interesting and could be profound at the strangest moments, but the best part of his teaching was not trying to mold anyone, he listened to everyone and their thoughts. He learned from us as we learnt from him. This is what made him inspiring and when I was in his class there was no time to day dream.
I was told that I had a ‘strong’ imagination’ almost as if it is a muscle to be flexed to make it grow. I am sure you have all been there. Who wants to learn algebra, when you can gaze out of the window and suddenly be a famous ballerina, an astronaut or a witch at Halloween flying over trees and rooftops of houses on a broomstick?
We are told to keep our feet on the ground and to stay in the real world, but can you imagine a world without drifting off into another land in your mind? It would be so miserable. Books inspire our imagination; this is what sinks us deeper into the plots.
Or how about applying for a job which asks for resourcefulness, ‘requires thinking outside the box’ when you think about the synonyms: originality, thoughtfulness even fabrication. What a dull world it would be without a colorful imagination!
Think about how people sit and meditate for a while each day, isn’t that grown-up day dreaming? The inspirational and motivational posters in offices which tell you push forward through hard times as the stars are waiting for you.
I sit writing each day, my mind in another world, one of heart break, of wonderful sensual pleasures, of characters both good and evil, emotions floating between burning sadness and rising elation. I read that if the writing doesn’t move you to tears and joy as you write, then you are doing something wrong and have a detachment from the wonderfully interesting people you are invested in. I have days when I walk away from the screen happy and overjoyed, other days I find myself rooting for the heroine to make it another day…which is ridiculous, as I have the power for to make it. There is a quiet voice in your mind which says ‘What if she doesn’t, what if your imagination just makes it that bit harder for her’
Don’t listen to people who say it’s crazy. Sit awhile quietly alone, close your eyes and travel, use a colorful childlike rainbow as slide in a playground, climb atop a dragon, straddling his neck as he lifts off and soars effortlessly amid snowy mountain tops, lay amid bright yellow sunflowers in a field as the sun warms your face. You can travel anywhere and be anything, anyone. How wonderful!
Believe in yourself, your imagination; take a few moments be it in the shower, washing dishes, turning the mundane in to something extraordinary.
Exercise your mental power. Exercise your ‘imagination muscle’. It may be the cheapest vacation you had in a while; it may even help resolve any issues you have been struggling with. Let your imagination grab you by the hand and take you on the wildest ride of your life!
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It would be so greatly appreciated!!
) But this had to be even more frightening and in true style when I’m perched on a new adventure trip my mind goes blank… but I did it.
lmao!!
