Right now, at this moment, the things that are filling your imagination – the movies and TV shows, the news stories and computer games – are, for the most part, images of violence and horror. So much so, that there’s hardly any room, anywhere, to imagine anything else. Almost no room at all to believe in images that are positive, beautiful, loving, peaceful, playful, healing.
Luckily, your imagination is at least as big as you imagine it to be. There’s still room. You can build a new place. A protected place. Safe, separate from all the imagined evil and darkness of terrorists and script writers. A playground. A sacred ground, wholly your own, where even the most intricately delicate of delights are as permanent as you are.