Give imagination free rein in your life. Explore its images and ponder its meaning-making moments, and it will always present you with something new to be seen, felt, or made known.
Reading the Sacred in Everyday Life" by Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat
What do we mean when we talk about imagination? If I try to really think about the WORD, I find that it is one of those things that I think I know when I do it, or when I am with someone who is doing it, or even when I encounter the art, music, literature, dance, or drama of someone who has done it. Imagining is not the same as perceiving, believing, remembering, desiring, anticipating, conceiving or supposing. All of those occupations of the mind put some sort of constraint or expectation upon the focus of the activity. Imagining, it seems to me, does not require that anything at all come of it. It is what happens when I take the brakes and the filters and the governors off the meanderings of my mind, and simply let it wander where it will.
So does the admonishment to "give imagination free rein in your life" amount to a redundancy? If I give my mind free rein, do I necessarily need to give the resultant imaginings free rein in my life? Would it be good if I did? My imaginings are not always good or sweet or happy. My imaginings can be dark, destructive, ugly. The young woman who once dreamed big dreams of a wonderful world waiting to come into being got the snot kicked out of her along the long, long road to this point. I am not entirely convinced that turning my demons lose in the "real" world would be a manageable undertaking. Not safe. If I were to spend more time than I already do exploring the meanings behind my imaginings; pondering the possibilities -- I wonder if I could survive it.
Maybe this one isn't meant for jaded, beat-up, old shells like me. Maybe it looks toward the young and the fresh and the innocent. I imagine it might be best to leave the imagining to them.