I try to start the day by writing and gazing at the garden. There is no end to the reverie. Often my fingers wander from the keyboard to the drawing pad.
In the next few days, allow yourself to be spellbound by the ordinary beauty and mystery of life in your own backyard. Whether it’s a suburban lawn or city street, I guarantee that you can find magic and beauty. You can vicariously participate as life pushes through cracks, crawls out of seeds, or buzzes about you. Let your fingers creep over to your pencil.
Last week was an odd one in Cyberspace. The Robot woke up from the hammock after forgetting to send the Lesson #21 and spontaneously sent subscribers Lesson # 12 again. Even Robots can seem to have an apparently unique life force; perhaps the solar flares inspired it. Regardless of motivation, several people let me know that they liked the Rerun of #12.
Sometimes, on a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in reverie. ~Henry David Thoreau
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought. ~James Douglas
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we’re doing it. ~Neil Gaiman