What’s been interesting to me over the last few years of thinking through things like James K. Smith’s cultural liturgies concept (teased out well in You Are What You Love) is how the idea of what you love and how it shapes you is nothing new (or even, ultimately, unique to Smith).  Wendell Berry, Kentucky poet, essayist, and farm-spokesman, has had similar thoughts, some of which show up in his essay, “It All Turns on Affection.”  Affection is tied closely to, might even be synonymous with, love.  From the essay:

The term “imagination” in what I take to be its truest sense refers to a mental faculty that some people have used and thought about with the utmost seriousness. The sense of the verb “to imagine” contains the full richness of the verb “to see.” To imagine is to see most clearly, familiarly, and understandingly with the eyes, but also to see inwardly, with “the mind’s eye.” It is to see, not passively, but with a force of vision and even with visionary force. To take it seriously we must give up at once any notion that imagination is disconnected from reality or truth or knowledge. It has nothing to do either with clever imitation of appearances or with “dreaming up.” It does not depend upon one’s attitude or point of view, but grasps securely the qualities of things seen or envisioned.

I will say, from my own belief and experience, that imagination thrives on contact, on tangible connection. For humans to have a responsible relationship to the world, they must imagine their places in it. To have a place, to live and belong in a place, to live from a place without destroying it, we must imagine it. By imagination we see it illuminated by its own unique character and by our love for it. By imagination we recognize with sympathy the fellow members, human and nonhuman, with whom we share our place. By that local experience we see the need to grant a sort of preemptive sympathy to all the fellow members, the neighbors, with whom we share the world. As imagination enables sympathy, sympathy enables affection. And it is in affection that we find the possibility of a neighborly, kind, and conserving economy.

Imagination hasn’t fared well in our all-too-practical way of life.  Perhaps that’s why Berry seems to try and rescue it from simply being “flights of fancy” or what in the time of King James had an air of thought set in opposition to the mind of God.  Instead, imagination is active, rooted in tangible things.  I remember learning a number of years ago (from a book I can no longer recall) that imagination is the thing that helps us hold things together, an act of faith that helps us see connections that are present but perhaps not seen.

I think this is a great rehabilitation of the term.  In Berry’s argument, it is our lack of imagination (and therefore affection) that has crippled what he sees as a key part of living well.  More on that tomorrow.

If you’ve got some time, you can read the entire essay from Berry here.

(image from natureworldnews.com)