needing room to wander (& wonder)
I’ve read more than once about people finding it creatively invigorating to cut off in one form or another their connection to our 24/7 world: They delete apps from various devices; a schedule is established for checking social media feeds; the things which can so easily distract are shut down at certain times daily or for seasons or for good. And in those empty spots, rather than find other distractions to employ, room is given to things like silence and pondering, to wondering and wandering, to even be bored or sad or out-of-sorts without immediately trying to avoid the awkward or quiet things.
I realized a little while ago I had become rather adept at not allowing quiet spaces, time without the distractions of screens and sounds and Things To Do. I also realized in a creative sense I was drying up. There was no space to ponder or wander or allow a wisp of an idea to form and settle and grow – there was just a lot of chatter and music and things to hear and say. Though … I was running out of things to say. Blank pages have come to be burdensome rather than full of potential for stories. In this constant filling I have grown restless, unsettled. Not that the things I was doing were bad in and of themselves, but too much of a good thing isn’t good, either. “Everything in moderation” applies well not only to my love of snacking, but also to my tendency to have to fill every silence … even when I’m by myself when driving to work or running errands or relaxing at home with my husband.
So I’m doing what I can to create spaces to let my mind wander in a good way. To daydream, to think on things, to maybe not even have anything to do and see what happens after sitting with that for a while. And, yes, the hope is to have stories to tell again, to have a blank page bring a thrill of discovery … to have found again stories to tell.