“Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.” ~ Patricia A. McKillip
“It’s strange how dreams get under your skin and give your heart a test for what’s real and what’s imaginary.” ~ Jason Mraz
“The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.” ~ Oscar Wilde
“Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.” ~ Patricia A. McKillip
All of Nature, all of material reality is music. All of it. Yes, I can and will call it the Music of the Spheres. It’s the Druid in me, which has remained active through perhaps a complete Millennium, using DNA as a conduit. It’s in my genes. Get used to it, k? And . . . say, was Merlin real? Is he still around? Does he dwell in the realm of Synchronicity, where matter and psyche work together to create something altogether different, through the application and use of imagination? I’m talking about the Imaginal Realm, about the Dreamtime, the Collective Unconscious; about the Faerie Realm . . . about time, which is not at all what it seems to be. But back to the music. It was coyotes who got me going this morning, back around . . . well, never mind the time. I got up earlier than usual. Thats’s what I’m sayin’. And my first step outside after a dream-saturated sleep was greeted within a minute by a grand chorus of coyotes, who were coming down off of the mesa, traveling along Camino Ovejeros, which is indeed a rocky road, to some degree. So I’ve got me kind of a Trickster vibe going, to add the the goddess vibe that fires me lately. Tis indeed a good fire.
Writing time is short today; at least if I want accomplish a few little things before I go to my day job. I missed writing yesterday, in spite of a strong directive from my conscience, because I came to the realization that I simply wasn’t into it. The whole of the morning was one nice piece of spacing out while watching the emotional, spiritual, analytical, and mythos-rich, wheels spin round and round. Maybe that was what John Lennon was on to in that one song? Yeh, probly. I was just sittin’ there watching the wheels go round and round. That morning was capped-off with a psychotherapy session which meandered a bit before settling into Jung’s protégé, the goddess Brighid, synchronicity, and what the heck I’ve gotten myself into by seeking personal evolution and plain old spiritual growth for the first time in six years. No, I don’t reckon I did so good with that there first transformation, but it served its purpose. Whew, that was one intense therapy session. Anyway, I am into mythos and imagination and what they do when they settle down and play nicely together. That’s what I am dealing with today. Gotta get to it. There’s a time clock to punch as well.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.