‘This Door is Alarmed’ was nominated by Tishacutie16, who writes a journey of thoughtful and intriguing poetry. It is a wonderful place to enjoy with your afternoon tea. I recommend a visit!
Guidelines (I have changed ‘rules’ to ‘guidelines’. Guidelines are the less prescriptive, slightly quirky aunt of rules . You must all be familiar with the full moon effect of placing rules in front of me by now. It is like dripping fresh blood into a piranha tank!):
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
- Nominate three bloggers each day.
“As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.”
― H. Rider Haggard
I spend quite an incredible portion of my day wandering the evergreen forests of the mind, intoxicated by the capricious and tumultuous lilt of pure thought. Sometimes I will catch myself locked in empty distant stares, not seeing, but flicking through the strata of glacier blue cogitations, like pages in a book.
Thinking is perhaps my favourite pastime. There are no limits to this sanctuary. The mind is your sketchpad and your playground. Why not enjoy a not-so-simple trip to 2 dimensional Flatland, or ponder how life would be different without friction. Imagine an excursion to life-nihilo—before anything, at all, existed, or tinker with any notion–anything, anywhere, anyhow, anytime. Who needs virtual reality when you have a noggin?
When going about my day job, I am rarely ‘doing’ my day job. I will make my tasks into a part of my world, or get lost in thinky-thoughty conundrums, or be imagining what it would be like if my mum’s new bike actually flew as she claimed it would 🙂 I once spent a good ten minutes exploring the areas of my brain through thought alone, and found a really good bit that could be tickled and would perk you cheerful like a big caffeine hit—how odd!
Do any of you suffer/ enjoy the endless reveries that peace of mind-space has to offer?
I am not building a great case against being a crackpot, am I? Well, I suppose I am not qualified to judge my own sanity anyway—I will leave that you good people!