How I love the very word imagination!
Always have. As a child I spent a big chunk of time imaging my world was different. I never saw it as escape. I liked where I was. I didn’t really want to leave…
But oh—to create an experience somewhere else, or someone else…now that’s fun.
Through my imagination I could create anything I wanted. My sister and created a secret friend who would visit us if we were scared. And only we could see her. It empowered us. We never thought anything about it until several years ago when her name came up out of the blue. We never considered it weird but it was a shock to our parents to discover this friend of ours.
We also created pretend castles and fortresses on the lawn or in the basement—where we were in charge. Where anything we wanted could happen. What freedom! And through that stories were created. And desires that cropped up throughout our lives. We could be anybody!
I also spent time making things from whatever I could find. Plastic glasses and empty dish soap bottles become Barbie furniture, boxes became houses, Kleenex became clothes until fabric scraps appeared. Bedsheets and plastic tubes became stagecoaches. There was nothing I did without–So long as I had my imagination.
Because the secret to creativity is found in the seeds of imagination. Without it nothing grows. Ideas cannot become reality without seeing what isn’t there and then picturing what could possibly be and the way to make it happen.
The most wonderful thing of all is that we all have imagination. We need only to use it.
And the more we use it the more we can create. And the more we can create the better we can make our world. And isn’t that what life is all about? It’s not about escaping but recreating…reinventing…rebuilding…
After all…Who doesn’t want to live in a better world?
I love but you don’t know it.
I love you . . .
Without reason or cause.
And in spite of your faults.
I love you despite all the ways
you keep others at a distance.
Held back by the wall
around your heart.
The shield that protects
the all of you.
The secret you.
I love because you
are the only you.
For your smile. Your laughter.
Your pain. Your sorrow.
The all of you.
For all the things that make you
original—I love you.
And if I love you
know that somewhere out there
someone else also loves you.
And one day
when you least expect it…
All your suspicions
will fall away
and you will trust again…
And you too will
By Tessa Saks
In the softest hour
I think of you…
Time fills the voids of routine
but I cannot fill the empty spaces
of my heart.
For they remain
waiting for you…
to be with you again
and to lie in your arms
embraced in love
and all that we share.
Erasing the heartache
of our separation
and filling me once again
with all the opportunities
A life together
By Tessa Saks
Bury this love that hides deep in my soul
and blocks out the joy of living.
For I am ready to move past all the lies and pain
that remind me of what we once were
and of what we will never be.
I am tired and worn.
Ready to admit defeat against a formidable force…
the force of our love. And to succumb to the strength of our divide.
And all the opportunities that will never be.
Stillborn in the hate and hurt that never ceases to rise to the surface every time I think of you. Of us. And of all the years trailing me and expired. Long past the shelf life of love.
I am ready now. Free to begin again. In a new adventure and with a new outlook. And release the tide of uncertainty that continually washes to my shore. I buried you long ago. I buried us.
And it is only now that I see how I no longer need to carry the burden of lost love.
I am free to do whatever I please. Free to be whoever I want. And free to become all that I may be.
And discover that the secret to love…to life…to joy…is actually buried in me.
And all I have to do is dig deep and discover all that I am and release all the life and all the treasure–
that is in me.
By Tessa Saks
Is life a test?
It has to be. Why else would bad things happen if not to test our resolve?
Or to help us grow?
I see life as an uncharted map with multiple options at every moment. And in those options lie opportunities.
The opportunity to be kind.
The opportunity to forgive.
The opportunity to help.
The opportunity for adventure.
The opportunity to learn.
For risk/reward or risk/lesson.
Maybe instead of thinking in terms of a test where there is a pass/fail mindset–how about life as a series of lessons?
And the lessons move us forward so we can try new things without fear.
The more lessons we take, the more we grow and evolve.
Instead of reliving mistakes and bad luck or poor choices, we learn from them and continue on a path towards better choices.
Perhaps at the end of our life, when all our lessons are over, we see the results of this test. A big picture essay of our life. And of all that we have done. And the score isn’t measured on a pass/fail but on a contribution to living.
Did we live?
Did we love?
Did we try?
Was there effort towards something?
And most important–
Did we learn from our choices and: Make things better? Become happier and more alive?
So where are you now in this test of life?
By Tessa Saks
We belong together.
I am not one to share my thoughts with strangers but when writing my heart opens and the deepest parts of my soul are revealed. And yet, standing beside you, my voice freezes. I want to be with you. To be near you once again.
We shared a life of love and heartache and I never wanted it to end. What happened that we are now apart?
We belong together. I can say it a million different ways in writing and yet when we are together something holds me and
I cannot say all that needs to be released.
The heart is a strange tool for love. It often fails when you need it most. Or perhaps it knows better. It protects you from the madness of honesty and pain. Would we be happy together? Perhaps my heart imagines it and allows me this folly but prevents the reality from harming the fragile nature of love. Of our love. For I want you beyond measure.
Should I take the risk and betray the danger of rejection? So we may be as we once were. Bound by love. And happy.
When I remember the way you felt next to me between the sheets
I forget all that was wrong and embrace instead
the touch of your flesh and who we were once upon a time.
When we loved in spite of our youth and recklessness.
When we thought only of the moment and each other
and everything else diffused into a vapor of insignificance.
For all that mattered was love. And passion.
When I fought to keep my hands off you.
When we needed contact in every moment, no matter where we were.
United in desire that was stronger than the two of us.
Smothering out logic. Or reason. Or anything that could take you from me.
I miss you. In the quiet of my heart you are still my love.
No matter where you are or who you are with
know that I am yours.
You are a part of me.
By Tessa Saks