Wrapped in the Silence of the Night
It's almost midnight. The house is quiet. I share my home with a teenage granddaughter, her mom, two cats, and a dog. No phone ringing; the to-do list is done or atlest postponed; no one needing attention. I treasure these moments of silence. The relative quiet wraps itself around me like a warm blanket on a cold wintery night. This is my time...a time for free-flowing thoughts and, sometimes, inspiration.
When I was much, much younger, I would play the "What if..." game as I lay in my bed and listened to the sounds of the household fading away. Back then my thoughts might be as foolish as what if the sky where green and the grass blue (and visualizing it). Or, I might wonder what if aliens lived amoung us (I was an avid science fiction fan at one point). Or, I might wonder about myself as a character in one of the books I was reading.
Then the "waht if..." game became a time for sorting out the day's happenings, going over the pros and cons of a decision that meeded to be made, to write the feature articles for the newspaper where I worked.
Now, it is the time for free-flowing thoughts...no worrying allowed. I just let my mind go where it will, letting one thought flow into the next. Sometimes, I am amazed by the twists and turns that occur and the memories that pop into my head. It is also my time for philophizing...contemplating the twists and turns of life.
You might ask what is the point of all of this. Ther is no point. It is night and my thoughts are ree-flowing and here I am.
When I was much, much younger, I would play the "What if..." game as I lay in my bed and listened to the sounds of the household fading away. Back then my thoughts might be as foolish as what if the sky where green and the grass blue (and visualizing it). Or, I might wonder what if aliens lived amoung us (I was an avid science fiction fan at one point). Or, I might wonder about myself as a character in one of the books I was reading.
Then the "waht if..." game became a time for sorting out the day's happenings, going over the pros and cons of a decision that meeded to be made, to write the feature articles for the newspaper where I worked.
Now, it is the time for free-flowing thoughts...no worrying allowed. I just let my mind go where it will, letting one thought flow into the next. Sometimes, I am amazed by the twists and turns that occur and the memories that pop into my head. It is also my time for philophizing...contemplating the twists and turns of life.
You might ask what is the point of all of this. Ther is no point. It is night and my thoughts are ree-flowing and here I am.