Honoring thought...

Tonight a friend came over and we watched the movie, The Man in the Moon, not to be confused with Man in the Moon. For those of you poor souls who have never had the joy of watching this movie, it is set in rural Louisiana in the 1950s. Although I have seen it close to a million times, tonight my favorite part (well, second favorite) was a scene where the oldest daughter is sitting on the front porch steps late at night by herself staring at the ice in her glass. It looked like such a great experience. Just sitting and staring. How many of us today sit on our front porch, or anywhere for that matter, and stare at the ice in our glass, lost in our thoughts? Few, if any. This is evidenced by the fact that few houses even have front porches anymore. We don't have time for our thoughts, and we certainly don't have time to be with ourselves. Parents are so focused on their kids; adults so focused on their work; kids so focused on their drama. No one just sits and thinks anymore. A friend recently sent me a quote from a book he is reading called A Short History of Nearly Everything, by Bill Bryson. It said that "upon swinging his feet out of bed in the morning, Issac Newton would reportedly sometimes sit for hours, immobilized by the sudden rush of thoughts to his head". What a wonderful thing to honor this God-given ability to think! It is, of course, the only thing that separates us from the apes. That and our ability to accessorize. (We watched Steel Magnolias, too.)

This, in essence, is what this blog has become for me- an honoring of the beauty of thought. A completely unexpected unintentional happening- my favorite kind.



Juliet may call it "inconstant", but I call it constant. Constant in its change. Just as we are. One way to not only honor that change, but adapt to it is to give space to our thoughts.