A Coffee and Some Daydreaming on a Friday
I have a vague memory about looking out the window one day in grade three during a test, and being accused of cheating. There I was, my eight or nine year old mind captured by the sunlight and blue sky peeking through the leafy green trees, being pulled back to the present by an accusation. Or maybe the whole memory is an imagination in an Inception sort of a way.
Either way, it has stuck with my subconscious through the years, making its presence known every once in awhile. Because there are times when I have, rightly so, needed to work to make my mind focus, to get my thoughts out of the clouds and back on terra firma. I don’t want to daydream this life away.
But there are times when it is beneficial for me to let my mind go down a rabbit trail or two. For instance, when I’m overwhelmed by a problem or a project, it helps me to calm down my jumbled thoughts and get back to the task at hand with renewed clarity and vigor. It can get me to ask different “What if . . .?” questions in terms of writing. And sometimes it simply allows me to rest – I’m not thinking about what is next on my “to do” list or how to make some dreams a reality. I’m merely dreaming, allowing myself to linger with some big thoughts my practical (and too often timid) mind would normally squash in a nanosecond.
I haven’t been allowing myself to daydream too much lately. The lack of progress on a couple of fiction writing projects is evidence of it. So last night as I went through my pre-slumber routine of brushing and scrubbing and generally winding down, I wandered through some stuff from the day. Things like song fragments popped into my head (interestingly enough, words like “keep the earth below my feet” and “awoke to reality losing its grip on me” came to mind). Images of men rebuilding city walls with swords in their hands (our Bible study group started reading Nehemiah this week) floated by, and brief inquiries about the whereabouts of some coffee house spies were made.
In a nutshell, it was good.
It also helped me realize Ephesians 3:20 won’t become a reality in my life if I don’t ever let my mind wander to some bigger-than-me things. Why keep every prayer, thought, hope, desire, and dream so firmly tethered to the ground? Why not daydream about God*?
*N.B.: According to Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., “People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.” In my opinion, we can do both – hear the Word and allow our minds to ponder some “What if . . .?” questions/ideas/dreams about God.
^Photo Credit: Danny Molyneux ©2012 (Flickr via Creative Commons)