Have you ever realised that having a pen and paper can be very rewarding?
It is amazing what is to be seen or heard and having that pen just enables me to remember those moments. I have always thought of writing as being very solitary but I have learnt otherwise.
I was sitting recently in a restaurant waiting for my order to be served, took out a lovely small brown leather-bound notebook. A great present from my son, as it holds my new fountain pen snugly in the spine and they both fit into my pocket. Christl thanks for the fountain pen which goes everywhere with me.
My coffee arrived in a large bulbous mug. The mug was so apt for a coffee. It invited me just to wrap my hands around it and to savour that little moment. And yes, the coffee lived up to expectations.
I drew my notebook to me and started to write just snippets, random thoughts. I was soon lost to my writing and the thoughts which had been buzzing around my head. I like to use word pictures as a quick way to get my ideas down before I totally forget. Forgetting ideas seems to be happening more and more.
The coffee shop had got busier while I had been occupied and soon I was joined by two young ladies who turned out to be from Michigan in the USA. After a brief conversation I returned to my scribblings but felt I was being watched. It’s a feeling I don’t like so I quickly looked up to find one of these ladies staring intently at my fountain pen.
It turned out this young lady, had never seen a fountain pen. She had heard about them but had never actually seen one. Talk about being amazed. I mean I know I was born in the last century but not to have seen a fountain pen! Soon there was an engaging conversation on ordinary useful objects which had become obsolete or if not obsolete very seldom used.
To see their faces when they googled fax machines, 1970 computers, early mobile phones, telex, their faces were a picture of total astonishment. As for the Teas Maid the shrieks of laughter drew glances from a few other customers.
One never knows just where a pen, paper and a mug can lead one and what stories emerge never mind the memories which can be created or rekindled. A simple fountain pen brought different generations together for a short while amidst much lughter.
Did you know that today was No Interruptions Day? Nor did I til my internal alarm clock went off at 3.00am. Bored with the usual sites I decided to see if December 29th held special significance.
I found that today was the day for sorting out your workspace without any interruptions. This involves clearing out unwanted items. Sorting out those “must do” lists and doing or discarding the items on them. Perhaps they are no longer “must do”.
Perhaps moving the work station to have a different view of the world? Turning off phones, internet connections and have no interruptions.
I have to admit that I found myself laughing out loud. My imagination just ran riot imagining work places being totally overhauled. Work stations being turned around. Perhaps desks being painted? People totally reorganising and in the process creating total chaos.
What about those who work from home on this ” interruptions day”? Perhaps they have a family and with school out can they really have a”no interruption” day?
This idea is similar to “Tick Tock Day”. Yes, there is such a day. Again, it’s the idea of finishing tasks which have not been completed. Or perhaps a goal which has not been achieved.
So, if you have nothing to do today……
I am one of those people who don’t have a regular sleep pattern. There are many nights when 4.am arrives and I am still wide awake.
I gave up as fruitless remaining in bed tossing and turning and getting mor and more frustrated. When I knew sleep was not going to happen I would get up and do something.
Years ago it was card making which kept me going during those hours thanks to a brilliant crafter and fantastic teacher Mary. It cemented my love of paper. This was in the day before tablets, iPhone and well before the ready availability of Wifi. Paper crafting allowed me to have something to show after a sleepless night. It allowed me the luxury of trying different ways to manipulate paper and card. I still remember spending a night making a bag using tea bag folding to decorate the outside of the bag. It was incredibly relaxing. Would I do it again I don’t honestly know!
My Christmas cards got made during those hours especially those special ones which required many hours to choose colours, paper, card fold before assembly. Deciding on a specific card to suit someone can take me hours. Night time was great for this process. There was no pressure as there is during the day, when I have the myriad of “to do” to be completed.
My journaling came into its own giving me the space and opportunity of clearing my mind. In the quiet of the night it was easy to allow the thoughts and ideas take flight. So what, that those ideas didn’t come to fruition? I had the time to allow them to float and then decide whether or not they were not for me. Some of the ideas were a bit barmy but they provided great amusement when re read on my five yearly clear out.
Recently a neighbour confided in me that she didn’t feel so alone when she could see lights on in my house. She realised that there was someone else who also wasn’t asleep. It surprised me that my inability to sleep was actually comforting someone else.
One just does not know how our actions can affect another human being.
Thank you for reading.