Imagination might seem to be in opposition to mindfulness: letting your mind wander and dance with ideas that have no bearing on the present, dreaming of things that aren’t current reality, and creating fantasies that have no sure-footed roots. But I don’t think imagination is a foe of mindfulness. I think they need each other quite deeply and fervently.

We’re like these living nesting dolls of urgency, buried in container after container – each reinforcing the drive to go faster, squeezing our essence smaller and smaller until it seems like a tired old joke. 

Can you picture yourself like that or get a sense of it? Imagine what could happen if even just one of those nesting containers broke wide open?