I'm this kind, too—keeping one foot in the present while exploring and expounding on memories from the past. A long drive with the windows down, a moment in the woods surrounded by life (but not that of the human variety), looking out my bedroom window to the maple tree home the birds reside in, walking among a crowd while buildings soar above me. . . somehow they each keep me grounded while "being" somewhere else entirely in my mind. I am building and recreating in ways that feel more like choice than regret. In my own writing projects lately, I've been venturing into the honoring of this beautiful skill of day-dreaming for the sake of surviving as it moves into a more embodied sense of day-dreaming for the sake of thriving. I am very eager to learn more of Bachelard and his work. Thanks for sharing him with us.
Very much a beautiful and powerful existence, I think. We've been taught against this. Told not to look back, not to believe in what is not real. But this is the stuff of Alice and Wonderland—this is where good stories and art come from, all of which usher in healing and hope for this very broken world. I hope you keep daydreaming and finding beauty. And if not finding it . . . building it.
Rachel, I look forward to exploring rêverie this summer. So interesting. I remember when I was a teen thinking I had a problem with daydreaming and thought I had to give it. I do like to daydream though abd love the concept of how it goes with our imaginations.
Same here, Deborah. I think many of us had that sense or feeling that we needed to stop the daydreaming. I’m so curious where/how we’ve picked up the message to do so.
Love your post! I have been a dreamer since childhood, always being told to stop daydreaming.
I haven't been able to "cure" myself. It's a different world where anything is possible. I generally do not choose to let my imagination run free, it just happens. I'm going to check out Gaston Bacheland. Thank you for your post
Yes, it seems so many of us have been told to stop daydreaming. I’ve been wondering lately if looking back and daydreaming is, in fact, the “cure” to our many modern aches. Wishing you many moments of daydreaming this summer : )
As I age, I find myself returning to memories more frequently. I am feeling the desire to record these memories in writing, in art journaling, in old school letter writing 💌 and in conversations. There are bittersweet daydreams that may feel less bitter if I can record then release them? Thoughts emerge more so in quiet, in the sounds of forest or ocean, than with music, for me. I will look into Bachelard’s writing and see where that takes me. This move you are making with your family, Rachel, feels so heavy … while also creating options for you. It makes my tummy hurt to think on it. You are moving close to me, however, so I selfishly hope to see you… drink wine or tea and I will bring you homemade baked goods. 💞
Judy, first off, know that I’ve missed you! So good to hear from you. Second, I’m so intrigued by what you shared and wonder, too, about the significance of recording our daydreams and thoughts. It’s almost as if sometimes they simply beg to be heard and seen. Lately, I’ve been reckoning that perhaps some of mine are leading me to write fiction. Oh, and if I ever make my way to New England, I’ll let you know!
I'm this kind, too—keeping one foot in the present while exploring and expounding on memories from the past. A long drive with the windows down, a moment in the woods surrounded by life (but not that of the human variety), looking out my bedroom window to the maple tree home the birds reside in, walking among a crowd while buildings soar above me. . . somehow they each keep me grounded while "being" somewhere else entirely in my mind. I am building and recreating in ways that feel more like choice than regret. In my own writing projects lately, I've been venturing into the honoring of this beautiful skill of day-dreaming for the sake of surviving as it moves into a more embodied sense of day-dreaming for the sake of thriving. I am very eager to learn more of Bachelard and his work. Thanks for sharing him with us.
Very much a beautiful and powerful existence, I think. We've been taught against this. Told not to look back, not to believe in what is not real. But this is the stuff of Alice and Wonderland—this is where good stories and art come from, all of which usher in healing and hope for this very broken world. I hope you keep daydreaming and finding beauty. And if not finding it . . . building it.
Rachel, I look forward to exploring rêverie this summer. So interesting. I remember when I was a teen thinking I had a problem with daydreaming and thought I had to give it. I do like to daydream though abd love the concept of how it goes with our imaginations.
Same here, Deborah. I think many of us had that sense or feeling that we needed to stop the daydreaming. I’m so curious where/how we’ve picked up the message to do so.
I think being a daydreamer was looked down on rather than as a positive or at least how to use it as a positive and for creativity. After reading articles (here is one https://www.parentcircle.com/can-day-dreaming-be-beneficial-to-children/article) it seems teachers would complain and parents not understand.
Mm, yes—so very interesting. There is so much tug and pull on this topic. Trying to read and research more!
Love your post! I have been a dreamer since childhood, always being told to stop daydreaming.
I haven't been able to "cure" myself. It's a different world where anything is possible. I generally do not choose to let my imagination run free, it just happens. I'm going to check out Gaston Bacheland. Thank you for your post
Yes, it seems so many of us have been told to stop daydreaming. I’ve been wondering lately if looking back and daydreaming is, in fact, the “cure” to our many modern aches. Wishing you many moments of daydreaming this summer : )
As I age, I find myself returning to memories more frequently. I am feeling the desire to record these memories in writing, in art journaling, in old school letter writing 💌 and in conversations. There are bittersweet daydreams that may feel less bitter if I can record then release them? Thoughts emerge more so in quiet, in the sounds of forest or ocean, than with music, for me. I will look into Bachelard’s writing and see where that takes me. This move you are making with your family, Rachel, feels so heavy … while also creating options for you. It makes my tummy hurt to think on it. You are moving close to me, however, so I selfishly hope to see you… drink wine or tea and I will bring you homemade baked goods. 💞
Judy, first off, know that I’ve missed you! So good to hear from you. Second, I’m so intrigued by what you shared and wonder, too, about the significance of recording our daydreams and thoughts. It’s almost as if sometimes they simply beg to be heard and seen. Lately, I’ve been reckoning that perhaps some of mine are leading me to write fiction. Oh, and if I ever make my way to New England, I’ll let you know!