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Monthly Archives: August 2013
Ah, a beautiful Saturday morning. Watching light grow in the sky while my French toast bakes, waiting for the aroma to call me back to the kitchen. *sigh*
Fall is truly coming. This morning, light did not gain any significance over the darkness until close to 7:00. That could have something to do with the storm – it is still overcast – but I don’t think it can take all the credit. To think it wasn’t that long ago when the sun was trying to blind me at 6:00 every morning.
Yesterday I was walking to my car when I met a surprise: fallen leaves a baked brown and crunchifying (process of becoming crunchy). Autumn is anxious. It refused to leave August untouched. August truly had some beautiful days reminiscent of September rather than the concentrated heat of a typical August day. It’s been lovely.
And this is lovely: sitting in a comfy chair, waiting for breakfast on a peaceful Saturday morning before the world awakes (except the cats), listening to the silence in between songs (well, song on repeat, but with plenty of Silence’ song in between). This peaceful silence is like space for the soul. It feels like there is so much room for it to breathe, to feel, to move out of this body and explore for a moment between worlds awake and worlds yet asleep.
This whole week there has been no peace. But there have been accomplishments and determined work. And then there’s Saturday, as it should be, a day to relax and recuperate (and work some more).
And there’s my breakfast, calling loud and clear to a hungry body. I must go. 🙂
So it’s been a crazy week. I have been doing a bit of writing, but, unfortunately, for work and not on my novel. It’s been diffuclt, having to sit on my creativity when I could have made great progress. C’est la vie.
But today I got the chance to read through some of my notes, indulge myself in my world, visit with my characters, feel the wide-open spaces whilst in the city.
On my drive to work, which is approximately thirty-five minutes, my mind is always working on some story or another. And my current novel always gets at least a few moments, though usually it is the main event like today. I jotted a few notes at redlights. Measured in sentences, most red lights are extremely short. Even the long ones. 🙂
Today, amazingly, I stumbled into a lull at work and was able to elaborate on my previous one-phrase notes. I enjoy the busyness, but today was the perfect time for a lull. My creativity was revved up, and I had freed myself of many tasks, finally completed, which allowed me to keep my creativity door open, instead of quashing it.
It is so difficult, and painful, to smother that fire (I know, multiple metaphors, sorry). It holds so much potential. It’s tantalizing with possibilities. But it will come again. Gotta do what I gotta do. (Which includes work.) I believe it will help in the end. Experiences – pleasant, unpleasant, and indifferent – are research for the land of fiction.
I was an active reader as a child. I remember my second grade teacher sending a note home for my mother that said I could not keep my nose out of a book. 🙂 It was true. I had discovered an entirely new world. Make that ‘worlds’. I do believe I was enthralled by every tale. Now, I’m a little more particular, though I still oftentimes have my nose stuck in a book, mine as well as others’. 🙂
1. Corduroy – my childhood favorite. 🙂 Soon to be in my collection.
3. The Old man and the Afternoon Cat
4. The Three Billy Goats Gruff
5. The Teacher from the Black Lagoon
Any of these in your favorites?