They come to me with ease sometimes. Other times they don’t. Either way I like the idea of moulding thoughts into words and sentences until something of value is hatched.
As words are strung together making lines and paragraphs and pages: it’s exciting and liberating and rewarding. Liberating and rewarding are big words but I feel they perfectly describe the feeling that the right mix of words can create – one day a poem: the next a post for me and my blog.
Today I walked out of the house. I was aware of the air temperature and pleased that I had worn the correct amount of layers. I was aware of the wind and somewhat less aware of all the familiar buildings and traffic noise in my city suburb. Even this level of awareness of our everyday space can be called ‘living in that very moment’ and the simple satisfactions of the ’day-to-day’ this provides us with. Yesterday I was 200 miles away supporting a friend and though not always in sight, I know it was the place (and space) I was supposed to be in.
Today I am home geographically but increasingly I am learning to be aware of being ‘at home’ where ever I am, what ever I am doing and wherever a particular day takes me. Back to today . . . where I took a detour for a Starbucks ‘on the run.’ This turned into half an hour of writing a stream of thoughts in my little dog-eared notebook, kept safe in my bag.
Writing for me seems to open a conduit of sorts to other thoughts floating around in my sub conscious. The physical process of writing appears to provide the stimulus to let those thoughts breath and speak.
I paint my thoughts with the brush that I have chosen and the colours that appeal to me. They are my own: they are unique to me and arranging important thoughts matters so that they can become clear.
I make the edges smooth and soft so that they don’t ruffle me or my mood and that way I can stay at peace with my thoughts. The rounded edges form into a bubble or two or three with a small rainbow warmly beaming in each one. They are floating gently. They need little persuading. I can blow them gently away from my centre or ease them towards my consciousness when I choose to. They are mine.
I don’t feel the need to pop my ‘thought bubbles’ because I choose not to let them become troublesome. They are my own and if I wish to stay peaceful (which I very much do) then it is for me to choose to keep thoughts ‘real’ and remind myself that that are all about me: my own unique thoughts – embrace them and stay happy.
Words today courtesy of a skinny decaf latte in a cheery red Christmas cup!