Having recently written about inspiration, I wondered what path I would meander down this week. There have definitely been some obstacles along the way. For example, I had an injury which has resulted in pain taking over my consciousness along with my physical body. No doubt any of you who have or are suffering severe pain can attest to what it does to brain function. There is a lack of clarity, focus and motivation. Nonetheless, we find a way to do what needs to be done.
So here I am, giving this writing a go and we’ll see where it ends up as I mosey along.
Okay. I think I am on to something.
“I love nonsense,” said Dr. Seuss. “It wakes up the brain cells.” That’s it – a little nonsense, a little whimsy, a little imagination and a lot of fun.“ I’m sticking with a little more Dr. Seuss.
The good doctor says “you miss the best things when your eyes are shut.” Rather obvious, right? Suppose we open up our inner eyes. That moves us into the realm of infinite possibility.
My tendency is to partner with whimsy. Whimsy and I have had some delightful adventures. Some adventures even took place in my own home. Like the day I opened a window and whimsy blew in on the wind followed by several neighborhood fairies. I had to supply them with tea and petit fors while they gossiped. Another time whimsy and I found ourselves in an enchanted garden. At first glance it appeared to be a regular garden. Looking around we (whimsy and I) noticed the most charming gazebo. Being a big fan of gazebos we went straight to it, stepped in and had a seat. Having a second glance the garden was anything but regular. What we saw and experienced is for another time to tell.
Of course, we mustn’t forget the wizard down the street. I have yet to figure out exactly where he lives. He shows up intermittently with some message for the day. He might say something like, “Kindness. Don’t leave home without it.” I think you get the drift of all this. And, as I’ve written before, science has proven imagination, creativity, fun, play are all components of a life of well being.
“The writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.” And so, I burden you no further. The end.
Comments are welcomed.