I read this quote while visiting a new blog at Moon over Spumoni. It spoke to me. Quotes do that to us, don’t they. You may have heard countless quotes, proverbs, prayers or poetry most of your life and then, for the second or thousandth time you read it and it actually draws you in.
Imagination is the true magic carpet…indeed! Like the caring doctor at Cedar House Rules, read bedtime stories to the children at the orphanage, bedtime snack feeding dreams on their magic carpet.
Can you imagine not being able to drift off to dream land when you were a child? What if you were going through a difficult time in your life? You are perhaps grieving the loss of dear pet and you are too young to grasp the concept of “forever”. But you can imagine times you played with that pet, hugged him, shared your deepest secrets with him. Perhaps it is the loss of friend or relative…be it through death or a long long absence, the lack of his or her presence is heartfelt. Nothing can fill the void…that darn emptiness can never be replaced BUT in time it will be healed by filling it with those memories you can imagine anytime you want and room for more amazing memories to bless your heart and your soul with joy.
Imagination is like nourishment…no medicine healing moments of despair. I see imagination synonymous to hope because it enables one to feel there is always hope. Have you ever had a dream for a very long time? Have you ever had a dream realized to some extent it felt like déjà-vu? Some will say, “Pinch me! I must be dreaming!” That is how I see imagination related to hope. What would life be like without hope? Without hope there is no faith, so little room for trust…
A hungry baby cries in the night and is nursed, however, unanswered cries in the night, a child no longer tries.
Imagination are not only the making of fairy tales but the remedy for the disheartened.
Can’t wait to get to sleep
dream, dream and unwind
this time when I wake up
will look forward, try to find
in the middle of the night
I won’t reach for my phone
checking time left for rest
rather write down a few words
try recalling at my best
conjure up from my dreams
slumber’s much delightful guest,
stories telling what I deem
excellent stories…fantasies
just amazing tales to keep
every night in my sleep…
Yep, can’t wait to slip away
and see the stories unfold
all night long imagining
stories needing to be told.
I adore some of my dreams
love to wander, float away…
on a dreamlike getaway
like a nomad that will stray
journeys most internally
learning more just how …to be,
letting go finally
finding space to just… BE.
