One day – last Tuesday I think, I was having a particularly uninspiring day. My Imagination, my friend, was not lurking around the periphery of my being, waiting for me to welcome her to join me for a day of musings and conversation. I missed her and wondered where she had gone, unable to call her to my side with a mere blink of an eye. I felt lonely, bereft and sad.
Then I realized, while I was feeling sorry for myself, she was off having fun without me. I opened up my mind and there she was pretending to be a nosy little breeze, flitting in and out of the minds of others, just teasing. So I joined her. As we sauntered along I noticed a stranger coming towards me and suddenly he got a startled look on his face and I knew that my pesky little friend, Imagination, had jumped into his head and shown him something, and then just as quickly left him. You could see on his face that he was thinking “what was that”?, totally perplexed and I laughed. She is not a malevolent little piece of imagery and would never dump mean thoughts onto someone but whatever she made him think about for just that instant, it took him aback. Perhaps she made him imagine he was basking on a warm beach or soaring high and free on a waft of air in a glider or galloping across a beautiful desert landscape. Never mind he had never been on a horse in his life!
So, we carried on that way, my Imagination and I just meandering along. I saw astonished looks on several faces that day, always followed by a look of awe for a second followed by a rather sheepish grin. She had done it again, my wee friend, had amused and delighted me because she always shared with me the image she had placed in the stranger’s mind. All this fun since I had finally invited her to join me for awhile, instead of brooding because she wasn’t there. She’s not too fond of brooding. I must remember that.
Kathleen
April 22, 2008
