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Imagination is a Heart-Shaped Journey

“Imagination is a Heart-Shaped Journey”

 Today’s Words of Wisdom:

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

~Albert Einstein

The Foda’s Take: Well, if Einstein said it…. ‘Nuf said.

 There is one word I have a love-hate relationship with. Acceptance. Those older, wiser, more in-tune than I would tell me that I must accept my current position. For any newer readers to this blog, that position entails not being able to leave my house due to multiple debilitating chronic illnesses. And while I understand that accepting one’s reality is completely different than giving up the quest for a better quality of life, which in my case translates as healing, it’s still freakishly hard to do. So I had to ask myself. What, given my current position, makes any of this remotely acceptable? You know, just so that I don’t turn into a howling, incoherent Wampa Snow Beast.

Sidebar. Am now wondering if anyone has ever created a mini film special dedicated to finding out the Wampa’s backstory so that we find the pulsing button behind all that mad anger, yo. Fairly certain there was some fan fiction where Luke goes back to Hoth and learns more about their history. Cannot remember which book. But I digress.

So, what is it, eh? What space can I live in while my body is so irrefutably stuck? (Pause while you go, ooooh, good word, Foda!) Well folks, I kid you not, this is what I came up with. My imagination. 

Okay. At this point, I should clarify. By imagination, I don’t mean I’m going to start dressing in costume and calling myself Princess Leia or anything- although that might be fun- I mean that due to the fact I can’t travel, the only places I CAN go are through my imagination. I’m sure this is why I’ve been writing for hours each day; why I was able to finish a fantasy novel throughout this experience. Because when I struggle to move from the couch to the kitchen sink, living in my imagination is the only place I can go.

Am now hearing just how sad that may sound. Kindly get that pitying look off your face. We are searching for silver linings here, and you have all just become my apprentices! Kneel, Padawan!!! 

Now, due to my recent ramblings on “analysis paralysis” you may be wondering why I’m advocating for living more in my head. Why, that’s because I believe that imagination doesn’t come from the head. It comes from the heart. That’s why children are so much better at it than we are. They don’t over-think it. And I suspect that’s also why so many of us yearn for things like comfort food, animated movies, and “the good ol’ days” at times of stress. Because they remind us of the child-like zeal we had for life before we had, well, more life than we ever bargained for. (You know I’m right. Yeah, you who just booked another Disney World trip for your “kids.” Don’t lie. You’re totally giddy inside. You can’t wait to put on those Mickey ears. Don’t be ashamed. You can totally rock them.)

So this is my small piece of acceptance I’m nourishing this week. The opportunity I get to develop and cultivate my imagination. Maybe, just maybe, the product will be something so precious and beautiful, it will surpass everything else. Cynic in me just raised an eyebrow. Shut up. Let me try pie in the sky.

Mmm. Pie. So what do you think? Is it possible to find acceptance in the dark?

I Heart You,

The Foda