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?

Blessings,
Karen