I like to muse, because I think it’s an important activity for reconnecting with myself.
When I start to muse about subjects, that affect me in some way shape or form, I find out what my specific perspective is, rather than just regurgitating what others had to say about the very same thing.
To write down your thoughts is a very good way to start, if you want to learn to muse.
Just take some time out of your day and start journaling without expecting any results. That’s my tip. You might surprise yourself with what you come up with.
Today, I am going to share with you some of my writings, which are solely based on me musing about certain subjects, that somehow came to my attention.
The first one is called: Why are you so busy
Here is an extract:
‘Busyness seems to be the new chosen cult of many. It has become the benchmark for being a valuable citizen in our functional and purposeful culture.
The person, who hasn’t got time, is the significant one! The grey gentlemen of busyness are creaping through our thought patterns without us noticing.
It takes a strong will to follow your own rhythm in such an environment, to stay true to the beat of the individual heart.
But what else did the grey gentlemen of busyness take along, apart from the time, which seems to lack in every area of our lives?
The soul, it only can exist in the timefree zone and because of this, it has been exiled. Like the Dalai Lama, who isn’t allowed to reign his own country anymore, since compassion is a threat to the regime.’
Read the rest of my article here.
You know, I love ruins and Ireland is the perfect place for enjoying them. The following writing was inspired by Dunboy Castle close to Castletownbere on the Beara Peninsula.
I tell you ruins are a great way to muse.
The blog post is called: I love ruins
I took this right out of the middle.
‘A ruin is a piece of the past, allowed to be the past with no need to be changed or to be hidden away. It is what it is, now. Past with signs of aging, or better said past which went along with the times. And this is why it becomes a part of the present.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could allow our inner ruins to do the same. To let them just be without destroying, rebuilding or renovating them. Could we let them be, here in the present, seen as an expression of imperfect beauty.
I love my old desk, where the color is fading and which has its scars and wounds. In my eyes it is even more beautiful. One of a kind!
People say: “You can renovate it.”
I say: “No, I like it the way it is.”
My desk has lived and that’s what I want to do as well.
Ruins, obsolete houses and worn down furniture touch my soul. They carry the past into the present, without holding on to it. They simply go with it.
They crumble, they decay and at the same time they radiate graceful beauty.’
Read the full story here.
Finally, I was asking myself, whether it is possible to really exactly define when something starts and ends.
Are the seasons bound to the dates we put down for them in our calendars? I’ve come to the conclusion, that life is rather like a circle, than interrupted lines with clear beginnings and endings.
See for yourself, this one is called: Where is the beginning
‘When do things exactly begin? When I perform an improvisation, when exactly does it begin. When somebody has said the time is running now? When I get up from my chair? When exactly!
I am not sure. It is not as clear cut as in a rehearsed theatre piece. I remember a participant in an improvisation workshop, who started her improvisation in her chair, off stage, asking exactly this question:
“Where is the beginning?”
It is an interesting one, the question when the beginning starts and when it ends.’
Read the rest of the article here.
Now, I hope I inspired you to start to muse for yourself. Tomorrow I’ll share the best of ‘Anja’s World’.