Adapting an idea from Erica Bauermeister, “The problem with imagination is that while we like to think of it like a bird, flying free across an infinite sky, the reality is that it will always be tethered to the branch of what we already know.”
What bends our heart toward adventure? Is the ground already shaking and we balance with slightly bended knees? Do our memories nudge us forward or our desires pull us into journeys? What draws us toward that first step?
Evelyn Woodward speaks of the poet’s voice (or artist I would add) as “bringing the light of what is best in our history to bear on our struggles in the present and pointing to the unknown future with hope.”
What light from history do you bring to the hope going forward?