Monday, October 22, 2007
This is a garden path in the middle of a non-distinct, medium sized town. Once you step under the archway, you'll notice a subtle light shift from silver to gold. You'll hear rustling in the leaves that couldn't be heard from the gravel path just steps before. You'll feel giddy, like a child again and skip--not walk--further into the woods via the almost-hidden stone stairs to your right. There will be laughter in the wind, and you will stop and strain to find the direction. Fairy dust will begin to fall like stage glitter from the trees and your heart will swell with a sudden love for the life pulsing and swooning around you.
It was just a thought. No longer than the deep breath of fresh morning air I inhaled before I took this picture this weekend.
Imagination, something necessary in the creative world-- is it a blessing or a curse? Or both?
I'm trying this "fear of flying" course online and one of the things they say is "keep your imagination in check." This is a big problem for me (and I'm assuming a lot of others) because once the plane hits turbulence, I can't stop myself from finishing the flight off in my mind with a nose dive and a ball of flames.
I say "can't" but I know I can. I just haven't learned how to yet.
So--any suggestions, all you creative types, on putting the reigns on your imagination?