This is what my stream of consciousness looks like today.

Last night when I came out of Metro, the sky was the perfect colour of blue.  It was the kind of blue that is at the same time relaxing and exhilarating and it's like the stars and silver crescent moon are smiling so wide it hurts because they know they look so good standing with that dark cerulean.  It was the kind of moment where the two just stare each other in the eye, smiling, and everyone who witnesses it tingles with that ooey-gooey lovely feeling, recognizing something that is all at once destiny and poetry and I just want to fall on the ground because this Creator blows my mind.

I'm listening to this song that I found when trying to find another song I'm so captivated by all the sounds...and I am so interested in music - what inspires it? What does it mean? How did all these sounds get discovered?   Why are we scared of it, in love with it, angered by it, moved by it, changed by it? How is it such an experience to make and manipulate and create and combine and discover and dance with what is all at once harmony and cacophony. And I feel like we only half experience it.  If you could see all these waves, if they were colour, if you could see and smell and feel and taste them like the ocean waves, how beautiful would that be? Imagine!!!

I think the same way that we forget how to solve math problems, or how to conjugate verbs, or the words to an old favourite song, we so often forget things when we don't practice them.  And I think that so often are out of practice imagining.  Even when I think I'm imagining things - it's usually imagining the future, or imagining experiences that are still within the constraints of how the world actually seems to be.  And I kind of miss imagining I'm a dragon living in a floating castle and talking a secret language with creatures that my friends and I made up.

I want to imagine more than solutions for problems, or answers to questions, or my life worked out the way I want it to.   I want to imagine more than just while dreaming.

I was made in the image of God who created and creates.  And I wonder, when I think about the sky, and art, and words, and music, and life and the world, what can be seen in creation.  I wonder what there is to know through creativity, and what there is to feel when creating and experiencing the art of others.