I went to the woods to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life … so that when it comes time to die, I will not discover I have not lived. Living is so dear.*
Henry David Thoreau
The imagination is not what you play with, the imagination plays with you. It has the power both to create and destroy, in form and deform.**
If you have found your “woods,”
And you dwell there more than not,
You are blessed.
It is a demanding place,
Where curiosity and imagination are honed,
I profoundly believe that we don’t grow into creativity; we grow out of it.^
If there is no growth then we may still need to find our “woods.”
Comfortable can become deleterious,
Where in your life or your work are you currently pursuing comfort, when what is called for is a little discomfort? … Choose uncomfortable enlargement over comfortable diminishment whenever you can.^^
Exploring the “woods” of others can be a place to begin,
Or to begin again.
*Henry David Thoreau, quoted in Mary Ruth Broz and Barbara Flynn’s Midwives of an Unnamed Future;
**From Mary Ruefle’s On Imagination;
^From Ken Robinson’s Out of Our Minds;
^^From Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks.