Imagine

This is such a powerful word. It immediately conjures up a collection of images, of worlds both real and invented. It can take me to another time or place, and makes me think of a life with less limitations. That place in your head where simply anything is possible.

Imagine doesn’t have to be a fanciful word. It can hold elements of what is possible, even if what is possible is yet to be realised into actual existence. Creativity. Uninhibited possibilities. The abandonment of realism. Reality: who needs it? Imagination offers resourcefulness and inventiveness, the opportunity to delude, to believe, to create, to fantasise and to think.

It also brings to mind early writings and creativity. When does it start, this compulsion to imagine other worlds into existence, to create something out of nothing? Perhaps it is the short creative writing exercises in primary school, those stretches of time when it was just a ballpoint pen, a lined exercise book and a prompt. I had early forays with elaborate tales involving tennis balls and hamburgers. These were separate stories and although the detail is lost to me now, the story where I was somehow metamorphosed into a tennis ball is still vivid to my younger brother, who surprises me with snatches of it occasionally.

There is also the pure joy of losing yourself in someone else’s imagined world as a child, from tales such as Blinky Bill and The Magic Pudding to The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. There are so many places to explore, vivid destinations with memorable characters and some life lessons along the way.

Words have always mattered to me. They have weight and substance when required. I used to tote around a rather large pocket dictionary as a child, and have a collection clustered about me now for dipping into and exploring words and their varied uses. Words are the gateway to my imagination, and for that I am eternally grateful.

What are your early memories of creations from your imagination?

[Photo taken at Mona Vale on the northern beaches of Sydney]

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4 thoughts on “Imagine

  1. I love that photograph and who could forget the wonderful John Lennon’s “Imagine.” I too love words and their power. The magic of the ‘perfect’ phrase, read over and over again to savour the perfection. As a child, I loved to create small spaces for myself, a table a chair, some flowers in a jam jar, where I could read or imagine I was a grown up.

    • Wow, Barbara, thanks for sharing – I love how you created a space for yourself and imagined being a grown up. How funny it is that as kids we can’t wait to get here and yet the destination isn’t always as we imagined it.

      I also loved your reference to John Lennon’s song: it was front of mind when I drafted the blog but I edited it out for some reason. I had watched the music clip online (have you seen it?) and was entranced once again by it. Imagine really is a powerful word. Thanks again.

  2. Reading this post, I was transported back to elementary school and my teacher giving us a writing prompt. How I loved that time to let loose all the fanciful thoughts in my head. I love that you surround yourself with dictionaries. I keep a thesaurus on my desk; it reminds me there are many ways to craft a sentence.

    • I’m glad I’m not the only one who likes to linger over words, and your comment reminded me of the sense of endless possibilities of a young imagination. Thank you for sharing 😊

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