When I am at my wits' end, it seems mostly due to some form of loss of vision. When I can no longer see what I have been imagining, it is easy to lose my bearings. I tend to think I know who I am when I think I can see.
When I lose sight of that, I can feel lost. When I feel lost, I can feel terrified. So, I thrash about to see again.
But, I believe it is important for me to lose my vision from time to time. Because loss of vision seems to actually create more of it. Not immediately. But, this IS what stretches my imagination, both for what is true and for who I am in relation to it. I don’t welcome it, but I crave it at the same time. I am grateful for it — though mostly afterward — increasingly able to imagine that gratitude even during it.
