When I feel dry…

by Bendu on 週四, 26 三月 2009 評論
I used to feel so proud of the continuous flux of my imagination… it was translating into poems, stories, new ideas for my work, new ways of relating to people... But, since a few months now, my imagination runs dry… Nothing is coming… no ideas, no glimpses, no insights… Like if I was deprived of the eyes and the heart of my soul… It is truly a very painful challenge…

Part of it, I think, comes from overwork. I just cannot stop, I do not take any real rest from my work. Imagination needs to be nurtured, it requires free time, greenery, walks in the mountain or the seaside, gratuitous readings… I do not indulge in these things anymore, and I am now dry like a waterless well. Another reason might be that, when I am tired, I rely too much on present-day technology: like so many of my friends I allow myself to be spoon-fed by movies, television, computers and handheld Palms...Like so many of my contemporaries, my imagination has been dulled and domesticated…

So, it is time for me to take care again of my imagination, the way you take care of a rare essence of flower. My imagination needs sun, nutriments, a good and rich soil, it needs to be trimmed, I have to protect her from dust and pollution… Nursing my imagination amounts to nursing my soul and restoring the integrity of my self. A few months of spiritual dryness might be a good lesson after all if it makes me cherish better the gifts I have been endowed with.

Drawing by imagination
In the course of this healing process, I have discovered that pressure and worries were indeed an important reason for this lack of imaginative power and spiritual strength that I am experiencing. As a way to overcome such a state – very close to depression really – I have taken up drawing. I draw by imagination. I can draw almost unconsciously, I let my subconscious do the drawing. I just take pleasure in combining colors and shapes, I let them come out from my hand without trying to control them. I do not even ponder upon what they tell about me. I look a them as if they were coming from someone else. I just take pleasure in seeing the red, the yellow, the blue, the pink, the square, the triangle, the circle surge from my hand as if they were surging for the first time from the hand of God.
Imagination is really about what we do not dare to say or even to think. So, sometimes, we have to let her run freely without trying to analyze or control her. These uncontrolled moves will teach us what we need to know at the exact time we need it. Being good to oneself, not too harsh on oneself, accepting anything that comes from the depth of our soul, this is truly what the wanderings of our imagination teaches us to do, and this is the best lesson she can teach us.

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