what have you done with your imagination?

Hello to all!

I hope you are enjoying the day/night or whatever time it is where you are. For me, it is disgustingly hot and 2AM in the morning, not usually a time I like being out of bed. Oh, admittedly, when I was a bit younger, this witching hour was okay. No, I wasn't partying either. My job kept me up :)

What time of the day is yours? The time when you absolutely love? The minute your other half is at work and the kids are at school and the house is all yours and the cat's for a whole 6-8 hours? Yeah, those days were good too, but my kids are long grown and gone now. Well, sort of gone :) So now what do you do?

I loved ANY time I could squeeze to do some writing. Any sort of writing. Or being like Prince Charles and talking to my beloved plants. Even then, as a very young adult, I would tell them all sorts of strange things from my imagination, when I couldn't be bothered writing it down, but  it demanded some sort of expression. The weird part is: some of those pieces come back even now, demanding I take notice of them.

So, these days, I often take just 10 minutes, by a kitchen timer, to sit and let whatever come into my mind. As it does, I don't shift it out, unless it is a mad pulse of panic thoughts - I'm sure you know the ones I mean - why does Sarah tear her clothes so often? Why won't the dog shut up? (Shame on you for being so lazy as to not find out why he/she is barking and just yelling at it: you know that is EXERCISE!) - those sorts of mundane things and really look for what your mind throws up.

Train your mind to do this every time you have ANY interesting thought. You know - two flies circling a cup. But they aren't ordinary flies. No, they are two special guards who have been sent out to bomb the cup because it is the home of an evil elf ..... Hey, that ain't bad. Maybe I'll play with that myself sooner or later.

The point that I am trying to make is MAKE some time anywhere, day or night, and let your imagination loose. As adults, we cram so much into our minds, that our imaginations are squashed and forgotten. Can you remember as a child the crazy things you could imagine? If you can't,  then I am terribly sorry for you. I wasn't an only child either; I had 4 siblings, so wipe that psychoanalysis out of your mind. :)  I simply liked what could come out of my head, scary, pleasant or not.

So take the time to get to know your imagination again :). You'd be surprised at the friend it can be.