Imaginal Journal

Imagination is Medicine

Cristy Cristy

Begin by Simply

 When the body is frozen in the midst of strangulated affect, when there is no palpable heart or mind or spirit, begin by simply going through the motions. Lift your feet and dance or a lift your arms, even when each limb me feel as if it weighs 1000 pounds. The living moving spirit may awaken, spreading itself throughout your body until it reaches the mind and heart, infusing every cell in your body and every body part and  eventually everybody in the room.
— Joan Chodorow
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Summer

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Love at the start of summer is a full English breakfast, learning to play chess with the eleven year old inner child in my husband, a film that lights your imagination, diving into the depths on dreams and meaning with friends over guacamole, listening to great music driving up HWY 1, eating local farm food on the ocean pier, cracking open summer reads, napping on the beach, running along the coastline with my pup and seeing my beloved smile fully satisfied at the end of the day.

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Upheavals

Judgmental creatures that we are, we don’t often think well of our upheavals, but freak outs are really good news because it means the ego is losing its ground. And the reason we judge things — situations, people, our own experience — is because we are trying to regain control; the ego is trying desperately to maneuver back into the driver’s seat.
— Reggie Ray, Dharma Ocean Foundation
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Call Me by My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh

Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow

because even today I still arrive.

 

Look deeply: I arrive in every second

to be a bud on a spring branch,

to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,

learning to sing in my new nest,

to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

 

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

in order to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and

death of all that are alive.

 

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,

and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time

to eat the mayfly.

 

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,

and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,

feeds itself on the frog.

 

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,

my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,

and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to

Uganda.

 

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,

who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea

pirate,

and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and

loving.

 

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my

hands,

and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my

people,

dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

 

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all

walks of life.

My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

 

Please call me by my true names,

so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,

so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

 

Please call me by my true names,

so I can wake up,

and so the door of my heart can be left open,

the door of compassion.

 

- Thich Nhat Hanh

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Trickster Always Breaks In

Almost all non-literate mythology has a trickster-hero of some kind. … And there’s a very special property in the trickster: he always breaks in, just as the unconscious does, to trip up the rational situation. He’s both a fool and someone who’s beyond the system. And the trickster represents all those possibilities of life that your mind hasn’t decided it wants to deal with. The mind structures a lifestyle, and the fool or trickster represents another whole range of possibilities. He doesn’t respect the values that you’ve set up for yourself, and smashes them.
— Joseph Campbell, interviewed by the late Michael Toms in An Open Life, p.39
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At Home in the World

I’m now nearly 79. At 16 I took responsibility for Tibet and lost my freedom. At 24 I lost my country and became a refugee. I’ve met difficulties, but as the saying goes: ‘Wherever you’re happy, you can call home, and whoever is kind to you is like your parents.’ I’ve been happy and at home in the world at large. Living a meaningful life isn’t just a matter of money; it’s about dedicating your life to helping others. 
— Dalai Lama
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