Go to the place where your imagination lives.
The child spot.
The dreamer place.
Experiences of life can stifle and numb this part of ourselves. As Westerners we live in a culture increasingly interested in what is ‘right’. What is just? What is the tribal definition of justice?
In an increasingly fearful community we endlessly analyse events and behaviours and place them up against the mirror of judgement in order to maintain a grip on order.
We have lost our glasses through which we see glory and are then free to imagine what a life without constant judgement looks like.
I am working on retrieving some of my lost functionality – my lost imagination.
To dream of pure friendships, of mountain walks, of witnessing miracles, of beauty, of sleep…..