For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
….Prayer of Saint Francis
that wild lilt moving us from self-deprecation to pure joy and the seemingly directionless harmony of creating from soul magic….this is the indestructible awakening, a swimming in the underworld of our stream-of-consciousness…..the artistry of happiness is not knowing if the fishes are happy, but being down deep, one with the fishes…..
The imagination is like a lantern. It illuminates the inner landscapes of our life and helps us discover their secret anthologies. When our eyes are graced with wonder, the world reveals its wonders to us. There are people who see only dullness in the world and that is because their eyes have already been dulled. So much depends on how we look at things. The quality of our looking determines what we come to see. Too often we squander the invitations extended to us because our looking has become repetitive and blind. The mystery and beauty is all around us but we never manage to see it. Similarly with the inner world: the imagination is the eye for the inner world. When the imagination awakens, the inner world illuminates. We begin to glimpse things that no-one speaks about, that the outer world seems to ignore. When the inner world brightens, we discover a new confidence and a surer grounding in the world. The imagination has retained the grace of innocence. This is no naive, untested innocence. It knows well the shadows and troughs of the world but it believes that there is more, that there are secret worlds hidden within the simplest, clearest things. The imagination is not convinced by the world of external fact. It is not persuaded by situations that pretend to be finished or closed. The innocence of the imagination is willing to see new possibilities in what appears to be fixed and framed. There is a ‘moreness’ to everything that can never be exhausted….John O’Donohue
The imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream-
he awoke and found it truth.