Yesterday I recorded a podcast, but when I played it back, I wasn’t happy with it. My words sounded flat and uninteresting. My ideas didn’t sparkle. I wondered why I thought I had anything worth saying.
So today, instead of publishing the podcast, I decided to write a blog post. I hoped writing would convey my thoughts better. But after a few sentences, it was obvious my words were still uninspiring.
I have lots of ideas, things I want to share, but my fingers are heavy. They won’t turn what’s inside my head into something worth reading.
Perhaps I’m tired. Or could I be in need of a change?
I look at the stack of books waiting in my library basket. Some are about ideas and creativity, and others are novels. There’s a book about poetry. I could open one of these books and slip away to another world for a time, gather some new ideas, relax and enjoy.
As I think about this, I gaze out the window. The beautiful autumn sun has reappeared after a long period of rain. The washing line, laden with clothes, turns slowly in the breeze. The native bush on the other side of our garden fence beckons. I imagine running along a bush track, dodging around the puddles, breathing in the damp earthy air, letting my mind go free.
But instead of running, I could walk down to the main fire trail with my camera. I’d like to take some photos of the huge brown mushrooms which have sprouted under the gum trees. I could lie on my stomach in the leaf litter, and look through the lens at the world, from a different angle.
Or I could stay home and knit a few rows of the blue hooded cape I’m making for Gemma-Rose. And while my fingers are busy, I could listen to some music or a spiritual talk, or chat with my girls.
There’s lots of things I could do other than blogging and podcasting.
I want to write and speak about this amazing unschooling life, but that’s impossible when all my words are dull and heavy, so I’m going to take some time out. I am going do something different. At least for a while.
There is something magical about the Australian bush. When I am running along a track, that winds its way through the bush, my normal world seems so far away. All the things that normally fill my mind, fall away, and I am free to enjoy the birds, the flowers, the pink and grey and orange sandstone rocks, the wind on my face, the challenge of a steep hill…
Do you have somewhere you like to escape to, a place where the cares of the world drop away?
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