Blank
Mind
“I
respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in
water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.” Sophie Jordan
(Firelight)
You
don't have to be a writer to experience blank mind. Most folks suffer
from it on Monday mornings. It's that state in which you attempt to
organize your thoughts into a coherent format, only to discover there
are no thoughts to organize. You may get flashes of what's before
you, but nothing coalesces into a whole, actionable direction. You
may find yourself wandering around your house, cup of coffee in hand,
searching for clues that might tell you what comes next. And nothing
presents itself except for dust motes floating in shafts of sunlight.
It's a terrifying state, like having a case of sudden amnesia.
Monday
mornings are hard for most of us. Even more difficult is having the
patience to wait it out. It may help to break the day down into
simple steps: Dress. Brush Teeth. Comb hair. This is something like
pulling the starter rope on a lawn mower. It may take three or four
pulls before it starts. When you get far enough into your steps,
muscle memory may take over and help you out. Or not. Sometimes you
have to prime the pump, so to speak. Two cups of coffee may do the
trick, or it may only make your ears buzz on either side of your
blank mind.
Monday
mornings, actually, should be struck from the calendar. Or start
later—say around noon, or three o'clock. By then, the fog may have
cleared; we perhaps, will have remembered who we are, and what we're
about. Prayer helps. “Dear God, please help me remember what I did
with my car keys.” Yes, that's a good start. As they say around
here, “Have a blessed day!”
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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