Pure imagination
Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash Close your eyes, and in a voice, only you can hear, say your name. Say it a few times, recite it to yourself. Say it slowly, enjoying the sound of it in your mouth . This simple exercise transports you into a private world—a room no one else can access. It’s the room of your imagination." I tried this exercise whilst reading Mister Pip - a novel by Lloyd Jones, set in Papua New Guinea. Civil war has broken out, and at the tiny school that Matilda, the novel's narrator attends, there is only one book and that book is Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Matilda's teacher, Mister Pip, invites the students to close their eyes and say their names, creating a refuge within their imaginations. I closed my eyes, said my name and found myself in that room. For me, it became a rehearsal space, mirrors on one side, a polished wooden floor beneath my feet. But imagination is as personal as a fingerprint—no two are alike. ...
