Welcome to the Den of Reverie. As creative people, we want to daydream; that's where the Muse gifts us with worlds we can share in story and image, music and dance. I have to regularly STEP AWAY from my smartphone and let some ideas make themselves known.
I'm not really in New Mexico, like the little daydream story below says. I wanted to share an encore performance of A Muse's Daydream with music and a cameo by Robin, my guy. But this time, you can read along with the narration in case you're more of a visual person.
The Rock Pile
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (author of The Little Prince, among others), said: “A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
In other words, beholding a rock pile and seeing in the imagination’s eye the beautiful possibility of a cathedral is one of the cornerstones of the creative imagination. An idea daydreamed is often the first step to beautiful things making their way into reality .. or can simply be a way to take a pleasing and entertaining break from reality.
I am in New Mexico where there are imagined cathedrals all over the place. Big ones little ones, opulent and modest ones, granite and red sandstone ones, ones with gift shops, others with restaurants where salmon is served with raspberries and groups of friends are laughing at the funny message cards someone placed under their placemats ( my Taos retreat).
In front of me, is a rockpile that was daydreamt into a cathedral with a “Welcome Jill Badonsky” sign under it A lizard who ceases to be a lizard the moment I contemplate him, bearing within me the image of a handsome cathedral owner and chef, named Antonio, who specializes in making sopapillas, juggling Kokopelli, and complimenting me even though I have mustard on my white blouse
Antonio is serving me a dishful of sopapillas with some delicious honey on top and some peppermint tea. We talk of the Rio Grande River, the beauty of taking in a deep breath in the cool of the afternoon, and how to get mustard out of white blouse. “Bleach!” I look out the window and notice the sun is setting in the vast New Mexico sky and I return my gaze to my cathedral and Antonio, but they become a rockpile and a lizard again.
But this time, I notice how really beautiful it is, as a rock pile., with the sunsetting on it, it glows in pinks and purples, oranges and reds and it models for a watercolor painting . It was a departure from hardness of reality, but now as I contemplate reality, I bear within me the fact that everything we see, even a rock pile, can be beautiful or interesting art… just the way it is. Including ourselves.
The creative imagination is good for making reality into art.
Another Rockpile Story... (8 minute read).
This one rather personal, with a train metaphor barrelling through it, and a reminder to stay true to yourself.
The next workshop is called Finding Inspiration and is filled with daydreams and easy ways to make art and write:
Wednesday, May 17 noon pacific/3 eastern... click here.