Something magical about the change of seasons. Like that moment the elevator meets its desired floor, the doors open, the cage settles, and you step out. It's a visible moment in time, unlike every other ordinary passing of seconds to minutes to hours that arrive and depart without fanfare.
Fall is over. Winter has arrived. Did you see it? Did you smell that instant when the earth offered its final tilt, the sun positioned itself just so? The solstice - an astronomical event that happens only twice each year. This is my 100th solstice. I mark the event with awe and humility.
I take this centennial celebration and embrace its magic, swallowing all of its beauty and mystery into the wondrous vessel of my being. Today, I am filled with magic. Today, this day of wonder. Let no moment pass without my knowing, that is my wish, that is my intention. Today, I am a snowflake, unique and ever-changing until I fall to earth. Today, I am suspended in the ethers, filled with possibilities yet unseen.
I'd say I spend 90 percent of my day looking. Seeing. Taking in visuals. Less of my time is spent decoding my world. I wonder what this passive way of being is doing to my brain.
I think just watching and not thinking, reading, writing, makes my brain lazy.
My brain is like a leg muscle. It needs to be exercised. It needs to be active. To move. To take on pressure. To be challenged. If I sit around all day, I feel lazy. My legs resist working the longer they do nothing. They don't want to take a walk. Even if the weather is beautiful. They just want to sit, the more I sit.
My legs are lazy when I let them be so.
Just like I need to make a habit of walking to keep my leg muscles strong, I need to make a habit of reading to keep my writing muscles strong.
As I read, my mind takes in ideas and analyzes them. They marinate. Those thoughts soon change. They become mine. I add a little this, remove a little that, and soon I've created my own unique ideas.
There is an importance to reading. It's the writing mind's exercise.