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Once in a while I find myself re-reading something I’ve written that resparks the imagination that brought it about – something maybe worth having another look – or several looks at.
‘Before you move on to the next thing,’ I read in an Instagram post this morning, ‘pause. Sit with what is. Just for a moment. Open your hands and let go of what you’re holding tight …’
‘Yes, everything’ was originally published here on 23 November 2021 …
They said ‘You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.’
The man replied, ‘Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.’Wallace Stevens
The Man With The Blue Guitar
I’m slightly coy (I don’t know why) about admitting that since yesterday’s post – ‘The bud stands for all things’ – I’ve continued hour upon hour to be entranced by the idea of the imaginable – of design, of Galway Kinnell’s ‘everything flowers from within.’
I mean, imagine repeating that to young children, from as early as possible: that what comes forth from people’s imaginations – their own ‘designs for life’ included – are, often and literally, among the great wonders of the world.
And then imagine that being repeated in adult lives, over and over again, a repetition that would forever stretch their own imaginations: that you continue to have endless possibilities for creativity, in every second of your life, if you will hear the sometimes quiet voice of your imagination.
And then imagine really believing this yourself / myself. The thought sets heart and mind and soul alight: indeed our very bodies react to it. We know that our capacity for imagination is without limits – and we want to get on with the creative business of imagining some more.
Love this post 🙂
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