I am a ponderer — of thoughts and words and events and comments and situations. I can’t help myself. Perhaps it’s because I’m a writer. Perhaps it’s because I’m an introvert. Perhaps it’s because I’m curious about the whats and whys and wherefores of people and life in general and moments in particular. I think about things. I consider them. They roam freely through the recesses of my mind. My musings often find a place in my notebook. My thoughts often become conversation over breakfast with a close friend.
Pondering can be like following rabbit trails. One thought leads to another and another until you’ve wandered miles beyond where you started.
Pondering can be like day dreaming and wishful thinking — wondering about the fantastical things that can’t happen in our real world.
Pondering can be like walking in someone else’s shoes, treading on their path, in an effort to understand their way of being.
Beyond all of this pondering is about opening our mind and giving it creative space to discover what we did not know or see before.
Over the years I’ve found great value in pondering, though it sometimes disturbs my sleep, and often creeps into my moments when I’m busy doing something that requires little awareness. Sometimes pondering is a conscious act. More often than not it comes unbidden, prompting my attention.
If pondering is not your custom, perhaps you might give it a try. Pick a quiet place to begin — a place that allows you to notice things, to focus on something small, to hear the breeze, or see an ant crawling on a twig. A paper and pencil is helpful — to jot down your thoughts or sketch what you see.
On a recent trip I took photos of pondering places to share with you. Just seeing the photos is sufficient to quiet my mind. Perhaps it will work for you as well.
Pick a spot and spend a little while.
Until next Tuesday . . .