Imagination

As a younger person, I rarely if ever controlled my daydreaming.  It was constant and vivid.  I imagined myself in a variety of roles and scenarios. 

As a mature adult, I find that I still play in my imagination, but often it is directed more neurotically.  I find that I am imagining worst case scenarios and catastrophic endings.  Somewhere along the way I forgot the joy of pure imagining.

As I read Anat Baniel's book, I am staking a claim to vitality in my work artistically.   I need to follow those pursuits which gave me pleasure earlier in life.  This work can continue to grow and develop as I do.

To daydream and imagine as a fully formed but changing being.  I used to imagine myself on the Broadway stage.  My dreams have shifted; not just out of necessity.  Why do I allow regret to enter my thoughts, as if change signifies a downgrade of a sort.

How have my dreams changed?

• become a masterful teacher
• having my daughter realize and form her own dreams
• watching my husband master happiness
• contributing to the betterment of the world in a significant way
• creating and imagining both through choreography and writing 

The daydreams early in life shape us, but  don't necessarily point to any particular life style that will make you the happiest.  Maybe true maturity is when you realize you never are fully done developing.   I hope to remain full of openness to all possibilities, not just those  dreams that are easiest to imagine.  My desire is to keep mining for the truth of my own life.

A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.   Frank Capra

 Well, I have a hunch this might be the start of a imaginative,  joyous year.