Imagine
Imagine. Go ahead, do it.
Imagine what? Anything.
Maybe a forest
Try placing yourself there
Stroll
Or just look around for a while.
You can add a faithful pet
Or other people.
Maybe some birds.
Make it as comfortable as you want.
Now try flying.
High above the land.
Leaving every trace of trauma behind—you can find some again later.
Looking down on the wonderful scene.
Soar freely.
You can do that
Because you want to.
You can make your own painting in your mind.
Any place you might like to be.
Add color.
Lights. Darks.
Warms. Cools.
Let them swim through your thoughts,
Your imagination.
Add music. Let it flow.
Add voices.
Interesting conversations.
Now come back.
You don’t want to? Too much anxiety? PTSD is just sitting there waiting? No problem. You can take off again whenever you choose. Once our ancestors recognized beauty, they were swept into that intellectual adventure of enormous complexity we call human imagination. That adventure is art. All the arts. Creativity tied to the spiritual. Whether painted on canvas or in the infinite capacity of the mind, it can carry us through anything. Art is all we need.