My imagination, like my breath, is an autonomic function. It runs without any obvious help from the rest of me.
My imagination is a welcome partner through my day. It keeps me interested, alert, curious, playful, connected. Like my breathing, it keeps me alive.
Right now, though, it is working on hibernating. Slow and lost for words. Not the ideal situation when I am into my write-a-blog-post day.
In a way, the lost-for-words makes sense. Today is Valentine’s Day, and isn’t this day more about heart and feeling than words? You can argue that the words evoke the feeling, but for a writer the feeling comes first, then the words to express.
I am still lost for what to express in my post.
I do know what I am feeling. It’s love.
Well then, let these be my words, coloured true by my heart.
I love that you are reading this. I love, and am honoured, that you have given me a few minutes of your day and your life. Your connection here is a gift, and my heart feels it. I am made larger through your connection, and I thank you.
May your day be blessed. May someone you love, love you back freely, unconditionally, and abundantly. May joy surprise you many times today. May hugs surprise you.
Happy Valentine’s Day! Let your heart light shine.