I’m climbing a craggy hill comprised of post-art-festival, still-unpacking, traveling-this-weekend, where-did-I-put-the-coffee-mugs tundra. My muscle-memory wants to drive to the old address, reach for spoons in the drawer to the left, and recite the wrong zip code. But, there’s progress. And forward momentum, even in teaspoon measurements, can be a salve. I see the top of the hill, and there’s a chair under a tree and a cup of tea waiting there. And an easel, and some watercolors and a portrait in progress… Just a few more switchbacks…
This move from the desert to the coast has shed white-hot spotlights on my need for routine. Daily ritual. I’m not anywhere near a routine right now, and as a result, my mojo is whimpering beneath the boxes of books in the hallway. There is a quote from Ben Disraeli that I’ve pinned to the wall of my studio for years: “The secret to success is constancy of purpose.” I’m in dire need of some constancy. Know what I mean?
Thanks for climbing with me. You’re good company. I’ll be back soon.
Imagination has brought mankind through the Dark Ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities. So I believe that dreams – day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain-machinery whizzing – are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization.
Lyman Frank Baum