The Power Of One’s Imagination

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I’ve met countless writers and creatives from various artistic backgrounds who hailed how one’s imagination and dreams have enabled them to heal from painful and traumatic experiences.

Can a mind be that powerful?

Personally, my answer to this is Yes!

With the number of violent incidents increasing in our nation, I believe that having art of all kinds (music, drama, writing, etc.) included in all schools and colleges.  To go one step further, we should also have Art Therapy in schools.

With everything being so structured these day (structured play-if any, structured classes, structured lunchtimes, video games are also structured, and on and on), for a kid to utilize his own imagination to create play, a new game, an imaginary place or person, is becoming a lost and untapped ability.  An ability that will become crucial at various events of one’s life.  The ability to transfer oneself out of a stressful circumstance and into a place of magic, safety and love.  Even if only for the briefest of moment this will allow one to reset the mind (and emotions) and be better equipped to deal with the current situation.

Meditation. Strumming on a guitar. Singing.  Journaling.  Doodling or sketching.

Children and adults who’ve been abused, or had a traumatic experience tend to heal better through Art Therapy. There’s also Poetry Therapy.  Music Therapy. Journal Therapy.  The list could go on. These types of therapy enable one to express the pain and abuse in other ways where words may have failed.

For me, journaling and writing poetry have been cathartic and healing as I worked through the various losses I’ve experienced.  Without them, I don’t think I’d feel as emotionally and mentally whole as I do today.

What about you?  Have any of these above helped you through a challenging time?




Some Christmas Thoughts

   It’s during this time of the year when I miss living in the Adirondacks the most where there’s almost always snow for Christmas.   I’ve lived in the south for almost 12 years now and I still can’t get used to the “winters” down here.  You’d think I end up liking the warmer weather, but truthfully, I miss those cold, sweater days and the snow crunching under my boots.  Am I nuts?  Most likely. 🙂  I guess I will always be a northerner.

Have took the next several days off to enjoy the holiday; and today, I hope to get all my wrapping done.   My nine-year old still believes in Santa so this makes Christmas magical for me; at least for another year.

I can’t imagine life without my son.

Events that took place last week have made me take pause in my crazy life to really appreciate my family.  I’m sure parents across the country have been hugging their little ones a little bit tighter, and more often.

Christmas will have an extra special meaning this year, and for various reasons.

God bless each one of us, and have a merry and safe holiday season.