Give Yourself Time To Think

Several years ago I traveled to Europe for a wedding and stayed for a vacation. By the end of my tour I was penniless and pretty homesick, so instead of going to pubs and watching the World Cup in the company of the wonderful British peoples, I sat beside the river Thames and thought.

To be honest, I didn’t have much of a choice at the time (I couldn’t even afford a book to read), but the experience was wildly liberating and wonderful nonetheless. I never gave myself time to sit and think back home because I always felt like I had to be doing something. I always needed to be researching and writing, or cleaning and doing chores around the house, or playing a game, etc. I never gave my mind time to wander.

And if you don’t give your mind time to wander, it’s not going to find anything new. Sometimes you need to just open the window and let it fly–Neverland could be out there for all you know, but you’ve never gone to look! Giving ourselves time to think will make our activities more meaningful and our writing of higher quality. It will also decrease our stress and help us deal with the world around it because we have let our mind organize and address everything it has been taking in.

Sleep is a wonderful means of dealing with the day and encoding memories, but how often do you remember your dreams? Let yourself dream and think at times throughout the day and see what you find.

Long, relaxing weekend

I took a day of vacation today, so after a few morning errands and chores, I have spent most of the afternoon on the sofa reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. April and I have been renting some of the older movies (we have recently watched numbers two and three) and I was in the mood for a better quality of Harry Potter. April lay on the other sofa with a purple blanket and Ophelia upon her, and Viola was curled upon a beige blanket near my head. It was pouring down rain outside, we were warm with fresh bread baking in the kitchen, and all was right with the world.

Listening to the rain drum on the chimney cover, I realized the room we were lounging in was half the size of our old apartment. April asked if I’d like her to bake some cookies and I said no, I wanted for nothing, and I was cozy and enjoying that the two of us were sitting in the same room for such a long period of time. It’s not that we don’t have free time where we sit in the same room, but every moment is to be cherished. I will remember today.

A moment of guilt reared up for not writing as I poured my fourth cup of coffee, but I shrugged it off and returned to my book. We need these good times, and besides, what would be the fun of life without them? I know of writers whose passion drove them to write constantly, who felt a burning, pressing need to get all their words and ideas out and onto paper. They foreswore their families, friends, and health to get the ideas written.

I want to be happy and enjoy my life. Writing makes me happy, so I do it sometimes. Lying on the couch with April and our snoozing cats (for I enjoy them much more when they are snoozing) makes me happy. Playing World of Warcraft sometimes makes me happy, coffee almost always does, and being warm and dry while it is raining outside is simply blissful.

Today is a good memory. It is part of a life worth living.

Poems to make you happy

The Orange by Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange –
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave –
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy.
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of this day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

My Dream by Ogden Nash

Here is a dream.
It is my dream.
My own dream.
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt my true love unkempt it.

The End by A.A. Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

Jenny Kissed Me by James Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me.

A Wolf Is at the Laundromat by Jack Prelutsky

A wolf is at the Laundromat,
it’s not a wary stare-wolf,
it’s short and fat, it tips its hat,
unlike a scary glare-wolf.

It combs its hair, it clips its toes,
it is a fairly rare wolf,
that’s only there to clean its clothes—
it is a wash-and-wear-wolf.

Being Boring by Wendy Cope

If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

Bedtime

I’m going to go read more of this stuff. It’s just so good, so brainless, so relaxing. When I read books like these, I can turn my mind off. I don’t need to tell it what to think or what to imagine, because the book does that for me. All I must do is let my eyes linger on the words, wander down the page; let my hand turn the pages, feel the book between my fingers; let my heart soak it in and dream.

I’m actually currently on a book many after the one linked above, but my reviews are publishing slowly (every Tuesday and Thursday) for the next couple of weeks. Sometime in the second or third week of July you’ll get the chance to read about what I’m currently indulging in.

Goodnight friends, and thanks for stopping by. I’m off to Ansalon.