Chris has been busily writing thought provoking posts, while I have been just writing.
So to Sunday; a day for sauntering around. Saunter – don’t you like that word?
“I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking,
that is, of taking walks — who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering,
which word is beautifully derived “from idle people who roved about the country,
in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre, to the Holy Land,
till the children exclaimed, “There goes a Sainte-Terrer,” a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander“
David Henry Thoreau. American naturalist, essayist, and philosopher. 1817-1862
I like Thoreau’s definition of saunter but sadly, all dictionaries and linguists are united in rejecting this notion, but it’s an appealing idea.
I have just returned from brunch with my daughter and her two big, strapping, delightful sons. They have both been in Wellington this past week as their other grandmother sadly died on the December 30. After falling, a few days in hospital and a few days at home, she went to sleep one night and didn’t wake up. A shock to her two sons and grandchildren, but what a way to go!
Of course, the brunch was a happy, cheerful hour or so in the company of three of my favourite people. One grandson Drew the eldest, is constantly making fun of his Granma in the nicest possible way. We all laugh at his nonsense. He left us for a long walk back over the hills to our home.
Then Jae, the other son, accompanied me to a used bookshop where I purchased a copy of Doris Lessing’s The Golden Notebook. This was not what I was looking for in the shop. However, there was no copy of Marilyn French’s The Women’s Room and the store owner suggested I might like this instead. The Women’s Room had a major impact on/in my life so many years ago and I really wanted to reread it to discover why. Instead and in keeping with my determination to support local businesses, in particular book shops, I purchased and will read the Doris Lessing book and continue in my hunt for the other.
Then home again and the first post I read was from Debbie at Domermom.com. A lovely post about a happy dog. Of course, this led me directly to thoughts about Lotte my sadly missed, little Tibetan Spaniel. She was my friend and companion for a short but happy time some years ago.
One task we were given early in the course was to “Write about your Skeletons”. We were told we all had them and if we could put them onto paper it would be a good place to start. We were required to write them down, not type them into the computer. The tutor reiterated the “known fact” (well accepted fact) that transferring the words from your mind, through your hand to the page gave them power
Note – Research has shown that hand-writing stimulates a bunch of cells at the base of the brain called the reticular activating system (RAS). The RAS acts as a filter for everything your brain needs to process, giving more importance to the stuff that you’re actively focusing on at the moment—the physical act of writing brings it to the forefront.
This was proven to me in the years that followed, particularly when wearing my Life Coach hat and when running my courses, always encouraging people to do Morning Pages.
Do you know about Morning Pages? This is the act of writing first thing in the morning. Strictly consciousness writing any and all thoughts that come to mind. I discovered this in the book The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. It’s a very powerful tool to help you sort out what you want to do and then, how to do it.
And so now, after that long and rambling saunter, there is little else to say – although that’s not true. I have much more to say, but for another day.
And yet another thought for today
–If you don’t like the news, go out and make some of your own.”
― Wes Nisker author, radio commentator, comedian,
and Buddhist meditation instructor.
NOTE – This has been republished because in copying from my other blog, I left out a paragraph and it didn’t make sense. So sorry for that.