Recently, I was driving to Burlington from Stratford, where I currently live. It’s a drive I take regularly. Winter hazards excluded, I enjoy the journey. Especially when it’s just me, my coffee, my music, and my thoughts. This particular trip was, I guess I’d have to say eventful. Not because of anything terrific or horrific happening. Just because it included an event that was strikingly full of familiarity and yet strangely unfamiliar at once.
I stopped along the side of the road.
The event was to jot a note down in my phone.
The event was to jot something down in my notes app on my phone. I had been listening to CBC Music and heard something that might be good to write about. Wait … what? Write about? What did that mean? I hadn’t written anything of substance in a long while. I also hadn’t felt an urge to pull over when a thought struck a chord to get it noted before it was forgotten. Where were these thoughts coming from?
I have no explanation to give you dear readers. It just happened. Perhaps it was because I set out three intentions for this summer. And one of them was to write with intention and authenticity. Maybe it was because I have recently engaged in social media again, after having only been a lurker. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because …
“Great ideas emerge from useless fragments of thoughts.”
Michael Bassey Johnson
Well, my thoughts are pretty fragmented at the moment so I think I’ll leave it at that – for now. Did you note the title indicated this is Part I? That means there’s more to come. My great ideas about it just haven’t emerged. Yet.
Picture credit: me. The actual spot where I stopped along the side of the road. Morriston, ON.
Their Words. My Musings. 