Replenishing the Imagination
This has been the season of the long drive—an escape from the news, from the home office, the Zoom meetings, the blank page. Most of the time it feels like running away, but today? Today the sky falls blue through the window and I grab the keys without thinking, pulled by an invitation of light.
If this is a running away then it’s a happy running away. More a running to. What better way to cure my writing ills?
I am very aware that the art of writing devours images and that if I am going to write deeply, frequently, and well, I must keep my inner pond of images very well stocked. When I want to restock my images, I get behind the wheel of my car.”
I drive with the windows down and the air conditioning on. The sun burns through the windshield and the cooled air feels good but I need more than cool on my skin. I need the breeze to ripple my hair, feel the wildness of strands licking my face. I have the music loud—it fills the air around me, drifts out and spills onto the road I leave behind.
This is pure indulgence, wild abandon. I let this windblown reckless feeling take me, music soothing away everything but this moment. I am here. I am alive. The fragility of life and a world on fire cannot steal my eyes for this moment.
When I drive, the places I pass become mythical memories…vibrant colors, quaint villages, loquacious livestock. Everyday images lose their luster in the ho-hum drudgery of life. Sometimes beauty can be better seen from a few paces back…or through an open window, driving by. Loping hills and grassy meadows stir my appetite for words. Rich sunsets create a poetry all their own.
My imagination soars.
me close in her
and bows. powder
with lacy faces
of this highway.
softly in my wake.
I drive on.
What is replenishing the imagination for you today?
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