Q is for Quiescent
That's when the day starts looking like it’s filled with molasses. Mental movement gets slower and slower. And that’s when I know.
I know I need time like the bears or badgers. A time for a dormant indulgence.
A time for languorous slowing down.
It’s a feeling that creeps up on me, true to its nature. A slow
languorous crawl into my brain when it was running like chicken being chased
around.
I've
noticed that ideas don’t just walk in the door of a noisy party. It waits for
an indolent time, then floats in, sometimes not even waiting to knock. It’s in the quiescent feelings that the best moments of life reside.
Love the picture of thoughts raining down..
ReplyDeleteThanks, dipti!
DeleteNice. I feel that "I need time like the bears or badgers" often times myself.
ReplyDeleteThanks Amanda! They're nice and cuddly-looking too. :)
DeleteAhhhh. A day filled with molasses!
ReplyDeleteDo you get days like those too, Tim?
DeleteVery poetically written :) I can relate, very well, to the feelings in this blog entry.
ReplyDelete~ Rhonda Parrish
Thanks Rhonda!
Delete"Mental movement gets slower and slower." I like that. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry!
DeleteI like the images your prose paints. Very relatable and beautiful. Congrats!
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Thank you so much, Gina!
DeleteWonderfully poetic! And I just love the word quiescent for some reason lol
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jeremy!
Delete"I've noticed that ideas don’t just walk in the door of a noisy party."
ReplyDeleteTrue that. I had to break my head to come with some blog posts.
Nice blog title! :-)
:) Thanks, Anjali!
DeleteLovely post! Oh, how I await my quiescent moment...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Geeta, we all love those moments don't we!
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