The last day of May. Where have the days gone? Soon it will be the first anniversary of my accident - June 27. How to commemorate? A friend suggested a jeep ride up a hillside, um, I don't think so. Maybe a hike up a hillside would be appropriate to celebrate being alive...having two legs...love of nature and life. Just no jeeps!!!!
When I go for long walks on my own, I think of so many things to write about. Stories of fiction as well as fact come to mind as I stroll down to the beach or up into town. But, my inspiration leaves me too soon. Back at home and ready to write, my mind is a blank. I should bring a recorder with me and voice my ideas. Or, maybe that's just how it's supposed to be, these thoughts like bubbles appear in my head and then are gone, taken over by other ideas. Perhaps walking is like meditation. Your subconscious becomes freed and visions, thoughts, "brilliant" ideas spew forward for their momentary day in the sun and then are gone, the bubble gets popped. Where do they go??? Do they get stored in your brain, compartmentalised for some future time? Like memories, maybe ideas are triggered by an event, a word spoken, a face, a gesture.