Someone I had just met by phone asked me to watch the movie Flicka starring Tim McGraw. She identified, as did Katy the cowgirl in the movie, with the free and untamed, yet deeply aware and sensitive Mustang that she named Flicka . After our three hour phone call, I rented the movie and watched it that night. In a follow-up e-mail I mentioned that our phone call revealed that she has an intuitive imagination that many lose due to wounds, shattered expectations, or heartbreak from their youth. Not surprisingly, there was a great example from a scene in the movie she recommended.
When Katy enters the corral for the second secretive late night attempt to approach Flicka, she invites the Mustang to gently come to her by extending her hand with an apple. After the horse slowly approaches her and sees that it's safe, he eats it. She then says " One is enough for now" and disappears back into her house.
She intuitively knew that for the intimacy to grow between Flicka and her, that the wild horse couldn't handle more than one apple at that point without the horse losing focus on who not only was in control now, but also who had the power to meet a deeper hunger. The wild horse's timely willingness to take the risk of vulnerability in spite of a powerful self will that could have done otherwise is representative of intuitive imagination. Jeremiah 31:18
The prayers in Scripture about this restoration of the sense of wonder into our redemptive life story of wild abandonment are found in Psalm 119:18, and Psalm 90:14-17.
This inspired or intuitive imagination keeps one sane in the middle of chaos, yet does not prevent us from surprise or being caught off guard. I wrote about this in a poem previously posted.
A Sane Imagination, A New Creation
A sane imagination, a new creation.
Tempered action from shattered expectations.
Perservering, conscience no longer searing.
Courageous without domineering.
Silently, while speaking,
praying and seeking,
listening without freaking,
stillness, door creaking.
Who entered into my room
without permission so soon?
My heart? Don’t bother!
Who’s there?
Abba Father?