7 results for 'imagination'
...already been written, when the next chapter of revelation lies just out of reach. During these moments, the desire to write is propelled by the need for output, the sign that we have not dried up. The writer’s raison d’être, the imperative to record the results of reflection married to imagination, is forgotten in our temporary panic, and we write for the sake of writing.
Writing that does not inspire reflection in the reader is empty, wasteful, and a contribution to the flotsam that clogs libraries, bookstores and the internet, making everyone go away with diminishing returns. ... (more)
i travelled from afar to look once again at
a magical place from my childhood,
of stories and dreams,
where imagination and creativity
took flight, never weighed down by commonsense.
my tiny kingdom had been destroyed by progress.
i stood on hot concrete,
staring incredulously at a large edifice of
glass like steel and steel like glass.
searching my memories,
i did not see this
rather, reflected in the mirror like steel,
i see a cluster of wild... (more)
...scrambled to run and help my kids with a newborn in my arms and perhaps a toddler wrapped around one of my legs. I was forced to let go, supply them with raw materials, blocks and art supplies and let them entertain themselves. Living on a farm gave the plenty of room to let their imaginations fly with costumes, forts and pretend games.Of course we included the kids in everything we did from baking, fixing the car, woodworking, gardening and caring for animals.
At first I felt guilty that i could not enroll my kids in activities but slowly I saw the fruit of giving the... (more)
Anthony, my second youngest, had a marvellous imagination, creating dramatic play scenarios like intense sword fights with invisible villains. By the time he was two and a half, he insisted on wearing one of two batman sweatshirts every morning. Anthony needed to wear his batman sweatshirt, so I just acquiesced and washed one every night. By four-years old, he had added a black cape, felt fedora hat and black barn boots to his daily uniform. This outfit was my little guy’s salute to his three heroes- Batman, Zorro and the Canadian Mounted Police.
Anthony tried to imitate Batman’s ability... (more)
Each day ends at dusk. Dusk is fleeting and beautiful and different each day. But if we don't pay attention we will miss it; miss the whole enchantment of it. And I just don’t want to miss it... Not a bit of it! Not ever!
Things happen here in the garden at that time of day you know... I mean magical things; things rather undetected or invisible during any other time of the day. I could stay lost in this moment forever...
Fancy shoes, petticoats, long skirts and blouses with puffy sleeves—nothing can stop me from the blissful contact with Nature at dusk, not even mud... So every... (more)
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