OF LIVE BAIT, RUNAWAY HORSES AND HELIUM BALLOONS
Have you ever seen a tin of live bait?
Those little critters wriggle and crawl.
In every direction.
Over each other.
Under each other.
Around each other.
That would be my mind.
I work hard at going inside.
Being still. (Mentally that is.)
And just as I reach that illusive state, well,
One little worm starts wriggling.
And my mind switches into that runaway horse mode.
My wriggling worm and I are “Up Up and away in my Beautiful Balloon.”
Thoughts race and leap.
Like runaway horses.
Pulling that balloon.
It’s a mess.
I think of something. Write down a few words. Start formulating a sentence. Another word in that sentence I’ve created grabs me.
I start a fresh page. A different blog in mind. A few words. A new sentence.
It happens again.
I stop for coffee. Return to my notebook. Find five half-formed ideas on paper.
I learned, the hard way, that when an idea grabs me I must go with it.
To the end.
I learned, that if something takes hold of me while knitting or reading at night, NOT to put it on the back burner with the thought –
“I’ll see to it tomorrow”
That thought won’t be there tomorrow. What will be there?
“What was I thinking of last night?”
Brief notes as one writer suggested?
I look at them the next day or a couple of days later and once again –
“What was all that about?”
The lesson, for me at least, is –
“Don’t put off until tomorrow what can be done today.”
Cyber Hugs and Blessings All.
Put a lid on your tin of wriggling bait and reign in those horses..
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