Bricks of Imagination

Yesterday, I knew what I was going to write; today, I am not so sure.  I’d boarded a train of thought that promised an interesting journey. Overnight doubt and uncertainty arrived to cast shadows of “maybe I shouldn’t,” and “maybe I am wrong.”

BUT here’s a chance to practice belief. Better said, it’s a chance to practice a new habit of belief.  Doubt and uncertainty are familiar companions.  But today there is a difference. Doubt and uncertainty don’t weight like bricks in my stomach; they simply drift as wisps of fog.

Disengaging from one habit allows me to add mass to a new habit of belief. I am a person who consistently write a blog. Not knowing what I am going to say next, it’s time to call on imagination.  Yes, but what is imagination?

Wikipedia says imagination, also called the faculty of imagining, is the creative ability to form images, ideas, and sensations in the mind from input of the senses, such as seeing or hearing. Imagination helps make knowledge applicable in solving problems and is fundamental to integrating experience and the learning process.[1][2][3][4] A basic training for imagination is listening to storytelling (narrative),[1][5] in which the exactness of the chosen words is the fundamental factor to “evoke worlds”.[6]

Using my senses, I see myself sitting at my desk, focusing on a flow of sentences across a page, I hear  the click of keys against a background of Mozart’s Concerto in C.  And here I am flowing sentences across a digital page to music. It is too much of  a stretch to imagine writing meaningful sentences. If the syntax is solid, and the punctuation is in place,  content is unimportant.

Though I want to add this: above all I want to imagine myself writing humor with the ease and flow of P. G. Wodehouse.  Better yet, I would like to imagine myself writing  pieces that move between the ridiculous and the elevated.   It will be interesting and entertaining to see how far I can run with this now that I am seventy.