well every time in image and imagination class has been an intense rush, and a visit from two classmates last Saturday generated a lot of good energy among us.  But tomorrow night is the next class, and each of us is supposed to talk, with a tape recorder going, about what we’ve learned from peer group meetings, what we’ve learned about the images we have been making…and I’m feeling totally tongue-tied.  So far my images have shown me awesome journeys, interactions, and been full of animals and people I gratefully cherish. But  in class there I am in the imaginal dimension, seeing people’s emotions and concerns underwater so to speak, while they are still talking and even judging from the rather patronizing heights of ordinary ego reality. I know it is hard to let go of ordinary life-support illusions, but I wish some more people would at least try.  It’s really fine in this dimension of reality that is so much more flexible and loving and full of hope.  I’m in this blissful state, but lonesome.  I’m afraid that tomorrow will just bring more lonesomeness; that instead of trying to see in this way, the others will continue to just talk about it from all their readings, and be detached.  So I feel worried and sad right now.

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I’m pleased and proud and thankful to be a Mud Pud along with you all.  Before waking this morning I started thinking about what to write - so here goes - I’m presently immersed in two courses at two different universities, and as usual, in my mind am weaving their meanings together with my realities, or trying to.  One course is called Ethics, and the other is called Image and Imagination. Ethics has a wide variety of stances ranging from complete selfishness to total altruism, and tends to get lost in ’shoulds’ and in opposites, but it has made me think how when any one of us is stuck way down in the mud, we also can get stuck in desperation.  Desperation - it’s a universe where poverty, fear, anger, reaction, usery, competition and a bunch of other rough elements seem to be our social tools.  Some of us were born into it, and some got tossed into it for awhile, but I’m willing to bet all Mud Puds experienced it.  Plus, it might be that it is what some call the “real” world - after all, it is all over the news all the time.  The ethics of it are pretty brutal - dog eat dog, use others to get what you need, oppression….so it’s really blind, or nonempathic, for philosophers or ministers or whoever to come up with a lot of “shoulds” for someone duking out survival.

Nevertheless, desperation is really a way of thinking or a way of perceiving the world, and the way we think actually shapes the world.  Scary, huh?  This is where my other course, Image and Imagination, comes in.

In this course we are making images freely, trying to respect and nurture imagination so that it can get past our fears and egos and little identities to show us … a whole other universe, another dimension of reality that is going on simultaneously with the one we assume is “reality”.  I am blissed when I am in this class because this imaginal dimension is the one I’ve been hiding out in, pretty much by myself, all along.

I promise to describe it in my next posting!  Just one thing - here in Mud Puds is a good place to say I know how fragile each of us is and how important it is for that fragility to have safe loving space - those three things arrive in the imaginal world around us by magic - here, by the magic of Cabe’s imagination.  Merci, Muchas Gracias, Ahi hi, Thank you.

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