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?
Sometimes in life we can’t see the failings right in front of us.
We are so filled with optimism that we neglect the harsh reality confronting us on the horizon.
I know it is for me.
And so it is for my country.
And it seems that way for the world.
I do not like politics. I want to believe the world is run by people who care.
That the people in charge know what is best for the greater good of all of us.
But as of late, I worry.
For the first time in my life I feel like we are all on the titanic and there is no point in moving the deck chairs around when…
When we financially bust?
When we go to another war?
When we destroy another democracy in the name of our freedom?
When we blame others for our problems?
When we destroy ourselves through hate and envy?
Has anyone thought about what the world will be like when we finally hit the icebergs staring us in the face?
Even more important…what will we be like?
Will we finally heal ourselves and open to others?
Could we finally forget our differences and learn to get along?
Could everyone on the planet find joy in being alive and sharing in this experience of life?
Could we finally rearrange our hearts to love each other as if each day was our last?
Could we begin to heal the wounds created by the chaos that we never asked for?
Could the world become better through understanding?
I don’t know the answers any more than anyone else.
If nothing else, we are all united in our confusion.
But also by our hope.
The hope that one day, we can wake up to a better world.
A world that has been rearranged.
Rearranged by love.
By Tessa Saks
I used to be more reckless. More daring.
Somehow along the way I started to hedge my risk. Maybe it is part of growing up.
But as I became more responsible I also became safe.
And when you are playing it safe, you no longer take chances.
You suddenly care more about protecting what you have instead of going out and discovering more.
It can happen in so many different ways.
I wanted safe investments. More secure work. A safer neighborhood. A safer holiday.
I decorated in neutral. I wore neutrals. I embraced the blandness of neutrality for mediocrity.
So began the lure of routine and comfort in the status quo.
Nothing changed. And I didn’t want it to. I became inflexible to so many things.
Trips to the same places. Eating at the same restaurants. Shopping at the same stores and buying the same things over and over.
Discontinued products bothered me. Favorite products wearing out or breaking beyond repair caused tension.
I started buying things in multiples so I wouldn’t run out. Ever.
I didn’t want to have to make choices. To try things and have them disappoint me.
I needed my life to be predictable.
And yet I imagined taking chances.
I dreamed of opportunities. Of following my heart.
Of being a daring and bold free spirit, living life to the fullest.
Letting passion guide me to joyful adventures.
Embracing life in the moment.
Replacing anxiety with curiosity and wonder.
Sparking the fires of my soul to try new things. To step out of my comfort zone and live.
Filling my days with happiness.
And the uncertainty of tomorrow disarmed so I might experience the joy of discovery today.
Of trying something new.
Of making mistakes and moving on. Unbroken. Intact.
And never again
By Tessa Saks
Do not despair your dreams
They are not lost…
Hiding beneath the surface
Look deep within
They lay still…in the corners of your heart.
They never abandoned you
Despite your constant neglect.
They are there waiting.
Needing only you to release them…
And free them.
So that once again you may rise to the truth
Of who you are
And what you may be.
Never again fearful.
Moving forward in the choices
That live in your dreams.
And bring all that you desire
Living in the dream
And the truth,
By Tessa Saks
You are the One
By Tessa Saks
You are the light
that fills my days with meaning.
You are the joy
that awakens my soul with pleasure.
You are the one
who ignites my deepest passion.
And no matter where you are
or what you choose to do
Know that deep in my heart
I will love only you.
By Tessa Saks
Where are you now
my forgotten love?
Why am I not
Should I repent
the pain that
stirs deep within.
I was yours
A bond forged
I know it well
Unable to see the truth.
You felt the joy
I know you did
depths of all that’s true.
The softest touch.
A gentle kiss.
With whispers just for you.
Yet you turned your back
to love’s true call.
For what I cannot say.
But know that
I am ever yours
Love Poem: Remembered Kiss I
by Tessa Saks
I need your touch
in the gentle
hours of morning.
in the heat of a hectic day.
And yet again
in the silent falling twilight.
Where are you?
Why can’t you be here
by my side?
heart of me
with your caresses.
Awakening the pleasure
resides from within
the depths of my soul.
I am yours.
In all that I know.
In all that I seek.
The essence of all that I may be.
If only you could be here now.
and awaken my
for a kiss.
A deep passionate kiss
all the anguish.
from broken promises and
Free my desire to rise
above my petty needs
and become more than
I have known.
Free my passion.
Free the locked up
Love in spite of
my deepest insecurity.
A love beyond words
A love that lingers
the residue of heartache.
Come to me.
In body and beyond.
A timeless love
all the torment and pain of life.
A love, true beyond meaning.
That fills this
The hope of
Sharing in the light of your life.
because of you.