I imagine, someday, I will be this. I will do this. My life, my worth, my identity, will be found in this. Because this, it's better than what really is right now.
Of course, I didn't really think that in a conscious way. It was a much, much deeper knowing.
And imagination, as an adult, always vacillates, seeking to find its place back home. Between the childlike wonder of the everyday; the faith-informed eyes that dare to see something that is not yet; the avoidance of what is; and that dark, downward spiral of fear.
Even this - imagination - cries out for its redemption, and waits with hope.
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Joining with Lisa Jo for FMF