|My Alphabe Thursday theme—Places I've Been|
We've all traveled somewhere via our imagination. Maybe after we read or listened to a grand story, saw a wonderful movie or TV show, or heard an amazing song or sound. Until I was grounded with a serious job (translate: heavy responsibilities) in my 20s, I had a rich, vivid imagination. With each, and even more, serious job or work project, my imagination seemed to get duller and duller.
When I feel low on imagination, I visit a particular memory. And, slowly I feel my imagination edging back.
Many years ago while visiting the Only and Older Brother and his family, Youngest Niece asked me to make stuff out of play dough with her.
"Sorry," I said, flopped out on the couch. "My imagination isn't working today. There's nothing inside my head."
"You can borrow some of mine," the five-year-old sweetie said. She pressed her fingertips on her forehead, then pressed them on mine.
How could I not play with Youngest Niece after she loaned me her imagination? I pinched off a piece of clay and pretended enthusiasm. After awhile I got into rolling, molding, and forming the different colors of clay into figures and buildings. Together, Youngest Niece and I made up stories about our creations. The heaviness and tiredness I felt melted away.
When I was getting ready to go home, Youngest Niece ran up to me. "Wait, Auntie Susie. I need my imagination back." I bent down. She pressed her fingertips to my forehead, then pressed them on hers.
It's Alphabe Thursday with the lovely Jenny Matlock. Today's letter is I. Click here to read other participants' posts.