I’m thinking…this morning I feel in a very rambling mixed up mood; one of those moods where I go rambling from one topic to the next with very little warning. Who knows what sparks such a mood, it’s such a pleasant mood where I feel I could write and write about this that and everything. Write about simple nothings, let my pen dwell on silly little things and find things to ramble on about on them. It’s one of those days. I lean back in my chair, my fingers hovering over the keyboard and I wriggle expectantly thinking about all the things I could write upon. Oh I do think today I shall skip from subject to subject and not try to hinder myself, be warned!
I’m listening to...the Regina Spektor radio on Pandora, at the moment ‘Mr. Blue’ is playing, somehow this type of music is fitting with my mood right now. It matches with my mood; it’s peaceful, rather quirky and just a bit rambling. It’s very good writing music, most music is hard to write to, it’s distracting- you tend to go to thinking about the song playing and stop thinking about what you are writing- but this music plays in the background as you write away. Your thoughts flitter from this to that, and when you come to a pause, one of those moments where you sit back searching for a word or a sentence that will express what you wish it to, you can wander into listening to the song playing and wander back into your thoughts while listening. Sometimes Regina Spektor’s songs seem to flout of into nonsense that doesn’t seem to make any sense, and I’m not sure why but I like that. It seems rather strange that I like that, because for the most part I don’t like nonsense, Alice in Wonderland sort of nonsense. I’ve never liked that sort of thing- Alice in Wonderland has always just seemed so odd to me, so weird and strange. I like fairytales and fantasy, both of which can be filled with nonsense and I enjoy it, but I don’t like odd. I think it’s that I like pretty nonsense. I like nonsensical images that play with one’s imagination, but I don’t like strange or weird images, and I think why I like Regina Spektor’s type of nonsense is because even when it steps into nonsense it just flows. Her lyrics flow away into un-understandable poetry where the syllables are even and it has just the right amount of rhyming. So even when it doesn’t make sense it flows- it sounds beautiful to the ear- and I love the background music that flouts along and is relaxing and at the same time thought inspiring. Beautiful nonsense, it’s like those times when you feel like writing about the flower on the hilltop with butterflies and bees and suddenly snowflakes flutter around the flower; winter mixing with spring. Nonsense- but nonsense that leaves you with a beautiful image in your head. Yes, it is very good writing music.
Outside my window…Even as I write more and more morning sunshine is peeking through the clouds. When I first began the sky was a dark gloomy grey but the clouds are breaking and showing a white side to themselves. They break and they show glimpses of blue sky and sunshine. Not a warm sunshine, the sunshine of spring or summer, but a chill brisk sunshine that comes with fall. Oh! As I look out my window a little golden brown leaf fluttered down and landed there on the grass! Oh I do love fall! I love windy cool days, yes, I love the wind! I think I’ve said this before, and maybe I’m simply repeating myself- sometimes I find myself doing that…I wonder if this was something I’ve actually written or said before, if it was something I had put into words, or simply a thought that had gone swirling through my head one day. Thoughts tend to come to me like that, and I will play with them and let them simmer and swirl as I do other things, and then I will be writing or talking to someone and the thought will come back and I will wonder if I’ve put this thought into words- but today I don’t mind repeating myself. It doesn’t really matter if this is a thought I’ve had while shelving books at the library, or if this is a sentence I’ve put into voice in one of these journaling pages before. I don’t think I could ever grow tired of writing about fall and the little golden leaf fluttering to the ground, or the little bird landing on the branch above the pond and setting it bouncing up and down. I am sometimes hesitant of writing all these thoughts because of a fear of growing monotonous and repetitive, if one doesn’t have anything new to say one shouldn’t say anything at all, right? But sometimes talking about all those old thoughts, they grow into something new, they grow fuller and better thought out, and so if I wish to dwell on an old thought and write about it I think I will let myself unrepentantly! Here I come back to my original thought of how much I love watching the wind, and just fall! I love watching the trees sway to that fall wind and gently letting loose of their tight hold to their golden foliage! Oh that’s a word that I just love the sound of foliage! It just quivers and vibrates of poetry and beautiful words grouped together like beads slipped together on a string, with ‘foliage’ being that lovely beautiful bead that somehow stands out among all of those other lovely words. Somehow that words gives you in an instant a lovely image in your mind’s eye of a stretch of trees- a large grouping of them- all with golden orange and red leaves rustling together and coming off in large swirls that blow around and around that grouping of trees in the empty hillside and coming to rest on the grass. Oh dear, I think I’ve really rambled on a bit much here and should perhaps move on to the next prompt and try to be a bit more to the point and direct, but it’s just so much fun to ramble on, isn’t it? Where is the fun in an ugly outline numbered neatly from one to three? There isn’t- for the author at least!
From the kitchen…I have just gone and refilled my cup with coffee, more for the feel of the warm cup in my hands as I contemplate my thoughts and for the delicious smell of coffee flouting around the room as I put those thoughts into words, for the general ambiance of the coffee, rather than the coffee itself. There was something about the atmosphere in the air of this fall day as I ramble away writing on my journaling page that called for a steaming cup of coffee beside me as I mutter away. Oh it’s simply a lovely day all around!
I’m wearing…There isn’t much I can ramble on about in describing what I’m wearing, is there? Wrong! You belittle my powers of talking about nothing! I could say flatly I’m wearing a long sleeved-hooded shirt, jeans and a pair of slippers, but I can add that my jeans have a stain of flour that I rub from making pizza yesterday, that I rub off after spotting it just now. That my shirt is warm and cozy and navy blue in color, it feels like it could be a sweater it’s so warm and cozy yet it isn’t, and my slippers? What can I possibly say about slippers that could stretch a description of them more than stating they are indeed slippers? Oh the best for last, dear reader, the best for last! *takes a sip of coffee to prepare self for the ensuing burst of words* these slippers are slippers from a few Christmases past, because they are Christmas slippers they are quite obviously colors that speak of Christmas: red and white. The main body of the slippers is red and of a knit fashion, as if someone decided to turn their knit sweater into slippers and the white belongs to a fuzzy material that pokes around the edges and warms my feet. This fuzz has a queer way of deciding to leave my slippers and flout around me when it chooses to escape. It is fuzz that is quite interesting to watch as it drifts here and there, never quite setting. Now it sounds like I am shedding hair like some little doggy wandering around, but that is not so, you see it is just a very little bit of fuzz, but fuzz is worth describing in my opinion, even just the little bit that comes of my slippers, so I did so.
I’m reading…at the moment I’m still reading Jane Eyre, Oh for the days when I read Pride and Prejudice in a day, because I was able to spend all of time reading! Oh to be able to do that today! But no, this is a busy little life and I’m a busy little girl, with things to do and places to run off to and only a little bit of my free time to dispose to reading. Why I must even think and choose what I want to do most with my free time! I have to solemnly weigh the pleasures of cuddling up with a book, a ball of yarn and knitting, a sketch to work on, or piece of paper and a pencil and words to put into sentences, oh writing! One thing I have noticed that has come as a consequence of reading Jane Eyre, is the habit of addressing you, dear reader, as just that “dear reader” it is quite pleasure-full I must admit. It gives you the feeling that you are addressing a large group of people all interested in what you are saying, oh dear it is a bad habit inspired to give pleasure to one’s vanity! Bad habit, indeed! Dear reader, who readeth this (you see how it is a bad habit? It inspires me to add “eths” and “iths” to words that do not call for it, as if I were aspiring to mimic Shakespeare in his speech!) you must forgive me for “selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, for there is no hope of a cure” Oh dear did I just quote that insufferable creature ‘Mary Crawford’? Oh my! I really must stop this addiction to ‘Jane Austen’ before it gets out of hand (I think it already is, dear reader) because I can quote- not only quotes that I love from characters I like, but I can quote bad and quite stupid sentences by character nobody is meant to like or respect at all! Moving on now…
One of my favorite things…I sit contemplating this thought, one of my favorite things, my eyes glance up to the wall where I have hung the fan I bought in Spain, it is red with flowers painted all across it- one of my favorite things…oh the color red! It is so bright, bold and cheerful! It makes a statement, bold and shocking! For the most part I like colors more laid back, gentle and sweet colors that are soothing and calming, but there is something about the color red as it stands out on my wall, and I have to say it’s one of my favorite things! Well, perhaps I should just say one of my favorite things is all colors, colors are so beautiful and I don’t know how you couldn’t! Perhaps not a very original statement, but just think how horrible it would be to be color blind! You wouldn’t see the beautiful colors that shine out there on this beautiful fall day! Not to see that golden orange color of the trees as the sun hits it! Oh if we could only always appreciate fully these little gifts that God has given us that we take so much for granted! “One of my favorite things” isn’t it sad that we really have to think about this question? Trying to come up with an interesting original answer- how about a very obvious one- like: being able to walk? Does anyone really say that? One of my favorite things is being able to walk? Unless you are in a wheelchair and you can’t do it anymore you take for granted walking like it was just something so every day and ordinary- which it is, and that’s the beauty of it! Have you ever stretched and paused for a moment “oh! Isn’t just amazing to be able to stretch out my arms like that?” I think we all need to spend a few moments in our days just thinking about things like that, feeling grateful for such amazing incredible things like life itself, walking, and stretching! We would all be so much happier in life if we would stop more and think about our little blessings that we take for granted. Stretch out your arms and wiggle your toes and think “Oh it really is a beautiful thing to be alive!”
I’m creating…up in my bedroom, under my bed a stack of paper lies. I have begun a sketch that may turn into something- but it may not- I never quite know. All I know is that the image for the sketch was just beautiful in my head and I won’t ever be able to capture the sparkling image that had come to me! I will try though, the idea of it is to have a staircase that starts out as a marble looking flight of stairs with a cream railing and rounded steps and it slowly fades into a concrete ugly looking set of steps like one sees everywhere, the type leading up to a grocery store. On the top of the stairs a girl is going to be standing, dressed in a trailing regency gown and a hand on the banister, and at the bottom a few “modern” young people will be standing around looking bored in skin tight skinny jeans and short-shorts, and I’m going to write at the bottom something like “Did you ever feel you were born in the wrong time period?” in a sort of script-y print, it was just a pretty image in my head the way it fades from the marble banister at the top of the staircase to the hard metal at the bottom.
A few plans for the rest of the week…why is it that in this moment I don’t want to think of any plans? Normally I love thinking up plans of what I am going to do with the rest of my week, but right now I don’t want to think of any. I am nearing the very end of all prompts I have for this journaling page, but I want to stretch it out as long as I can. I want to keep sitting here, conscience free, writing out all my thoughts and ideas in this moment- not thinking of what I shall do in tomorrow or the next day! I’ve had such a pleasant time of it this morning writing on, sipping my coffee and listening to soft music in the background! What a beautiful morning it’s been!
Around the house…oh around the house so many things I would like to do! How can I narrow it down to just one? I think I want most of all to curl up in that nice comfortable chair in my room and work out the plotline a little more in a story that is flitting around in the recesses of my mind. Yes, I’m still in my rambling mood, my mood for writing and I think that’s how I will be all day long! Ah well! I shall simply wait for evening to come, after all the business of the day and then I shall curl up in the darkening light and write then. For now around the house I will finish this journaling page and then I will go over to the table and work on Math with Eli. Put on my little granny glasses grab some knitting and sit in the corner of a little chair tutoring my little brother in a math lesson. The little granny math tutor I shall become! Why does that image suddenly appeal to me? I think I would quite like being a little granny in a rocking chair with some knitting and snow white hair…oh dear-y-o! *contemplates* I do believe I like the image but I shouldn’t like the actuality…well I would…but you see, I should like pretending to be a little old granny but not really one…
A Picture thought I’m sharing…Here I go scuffling outside, getting my little cloth slippers all sopping wet with dew so that I can get some pictures of the view outside my window, those pictures seem to be the best way to close up this journaling page. Pictures of a gentle fall day outside, to close up my rambling, wandering contemplations of my morning, my rambling, wandering lengthy contemplations! Pictures of the subtle indications of fall! Oh my! In uploading the pictures from the camera I found a picture Mom had taken of our fall table setting, I do believe I shall add that as well, it just goes so perfect! Notice the battered copy of Jane Eyre in the background? So picture credit goes to my creative Mama with that one :p That sums up my entire journaling page in one simple picture. Remember the saying “A picture says a thousand words” (I may have the wording off just a bit but close enough) that single picture sums up this entire long journaling page of words…which is now…3,008…my! I need to stop writing now!
