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Imagination vacation

Have you ever set out to exercise your imagination? We rarely think about it that way, do we? Exercising it. I never thought about it so much that way, but what I have recently come to stumble upon leads me to want to raise my dear Mother from the dead and holler.. “SEE, Mom! This is what WE made, this is how YOU taught me to play before anyone else thought to create it!!”   

Perhaps you won’t be surprised, even if I was, that I recently came upon a real life building that threw me into the world that my mom and I actively created and occupied as we traveled across country.

My mom was the greatest sport and greatest teacher of having fun for imagination’s sake. Realistically, my dear mother was hurt and wounded in so profound of ways, I now am awed what she could bring to me. The greatest gift she passed on was the appreciation of AWE, and the joy and truth and freedom of IMAGINATION!

Growing up there were so very many vacations that involved long road trips. When I was very young I remember being trundled off, in my pj’s, in the wee hours of the night into a sleeping bag in the station wagon. I remember sleeping (if one can remember sleeping) soundly, but I most especially remember waking up to see the incredible, vibrant stars above. I would lie there drinking in the stars. This was the time when the Milky Way became a living reality.

As I grew older and my brother moved off to life, I was vacationing with my parents alone as a burgeoning adult. When my brain started to own its creative powers, and I was in the constricted environment of the vehicle for hours, I was met by the mind of my amazingly willing, playful, joyful mother who could follow or lead me to places that to this day feed the depths of my very soul.

There were the Ivy People. Noticing the ivy growing up overpasses and covering structures, we began the story of “The Ivy People”. After all, it certainly could be no chance or coincidence that ivy was overtaking the overpasses. We had to Be Aware! It was covering the barns. Growing up the trees. No, this was an intelligence. The Ivy People were moving in… (And so the story was deliciously built between my mother and me.)

THEN, there was what we began to unravel was the crazy but obviously successful string of dilapidated structures that were built along the highway. We realized and exposed, in the cab of our vehicle, the intentional power that had set out to represent dilapidation!!! Perhaps this was to entertain the occupants of all vehicles passing by, to look forlorn, to look broken down, to capture the attention of vacationers. But certainly it was an incredibly successful AND SPREADING trend. Just look at all these practically falling down barns, so many almost collapsing down structures… We realized that this was the work of a GENIUS!!   

Of course this was our own private anti-capitalist, anti-market driven examination of the landscape.

And now… More than ten years after my mom died, I have come now upon an image and A REALITY that I have never more so deeply wanted to share with my beloved mother. The following image is of a structure that was built intentionally, as it is shown! And it won recognition…

Here is entry #10 from

What an incredible external realization of our own silly private imaginative romps, when we would turn off of our critical “real world” minds in order to play and truly… To ROMP! LOOK MOM!! We were right!!!

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Posted by on June 26, 2011 in Inner Life


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