The way a tear reflects a ray of sun. The sway of us when we kiss in the kitchen. I’m not a believer in much of anything, but the beauty that exists between you and me.
The rational mind is strong, but the creative mind is powerful.
I hold a marble in my hand and drape it away from me, off the bed. I’m lying down awaiting sleep. As my mind and body burrows in, I edge and slide further towards it which causes my hand to loosen.
I dance this way a bit; conscious of my grip, while slipping into unconsciousness.
At the ping of the glass hitting the wood floor, I wake. It’s the moment just before that interests me. Of the ethereal, dream-like nature of it – of a land that involves tip-toeing up imaginary staircases and endless blissful feelings.
Once upon a time while clicking on random links to learn techniques for sparking creativity I found the one above. It’s by far the coolest (and most natural) one I’ve encountered. Plus, it’s something Thomas Edison also practiced.
Try it. https://www.inc.com/jessica-stillman/sleep-creativity-thom
I like it when all sense falls away and what remains is just a heartbeat. Strong and true.
Oh, and you.
J.L.
Going On 40 