adrift in the beauty of maybe

i wake up, eager for the freshness of a new morning.

and then i realize the flip side. i'm another day older as well.

will i be wiser too? one can hope.

but what if i don't learn anything of value today? what if i waste 24 hours in this life of mine?

it could happen. because - let's be honest - some days it's just exhausting to think, isn't it?

i'm having one of those days today.

i read this quote this morning by fred white: "Writers travel both figuratively (via the imagination) and literally in search of unanswered questions and higher truths and to recover that which has been lost - a sense of purpose, a renewed sense of what is sacred."

yet, some days, the words do not come.

and maybe that's okay. maybe some days things just need to gel. events and conversations, written passages and previous thoughts. perhaps that's what mr. white meant by recovering "that which has been lost."

last night i read a captivating poem by samantha reynolds. it was entitled "maybe it's not presence but absence that we need."

yes, maybe. maybe once in awhile we don't need to be fully present.

maybe we need to wander in our heads instead. be truant from our schedules. take a "french leave" (a departure without ceremony or permission). play hooky from our lives. sleep on it.

maybe these are the times to let our unconscious thoughts ramble. to eschew introspection. and allow the ungraspable. the times when dreams finally become concrete. and visions better formed.

[a potentially crucial boost to our continued well-being and creativity.]

after recently relocating my physical address, and while currently transitioning my business, i sense my mind and my body telling me that it's time to decompress.

and actually that is okay. because the time out will ultimately culminate in something bigger.

tomorrow i will implement my new plan of attack. today my brain is taking a much-needed hiatus.  

adrift in the beauty of maybe.

in the midst of chaos, mr. smith is still able to relax . . .     do you ever indulge in mental health days? how do you choose to spend them?  

adrift in the beauty of maybe . . . ?

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