Sometime last week I decided to start a dream journal. Just something to sit next to my bed so that when I woke up in the middle of the night I could make sure to put something on paper.
I don’t know if any of you have ever tried this, but for me it’s become something I’ve grown to appreciate very quickly. Granted, it’s pretty difficult to write when my eyes are still closed, but so far I’ve done alright. Thankfully it’s not a super nice journal or anything. It’s just a Moleskin pad so as long as nothing spills on it there’s no problem. Earlier today I had cause to wonder if I shouldn’t just start carrying it with me all the time though. I space out quite a bit and feel like I should at least consider “logging” where my mind goes. You know?
Yet today it’s only purpose would have been to write down a poem that crossed my path.
“We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven’t had any tea for a week…
The bottom is out of the Universe.”
― Rudyard Kipling
It seems strange to have that come from him…but maybe that’s because before today I only knew him as the author of “The Jungle Book.”
See you tomorrow,