Sometimes we feel obligated to “schedule” our day (even weekend days). Try to find time to be alone today, to observe the wonders of the world around you in solitude, for the benefit of your soul. . . and enjoy a short passage about the subject of daydreaming, from The Poetics of Reverie by French philosopher, Gaston Bachelard:
What a lot of proper nouns come to wound, rag, and break the anonymous child of solitude! And in memory itself, too many faces come back to prevent us from finding the memories of times when we were alone, very much alone in the profound boredom of being alone, free to think of the world, free to see the sun setting, the smoke rising from a roof, all those great phenomena which one sees badly when he is not looking at them alone.
Smoke rising from a roof! . . . a hyphen uniting the village with the sky . . . In memories it is always blue, slow light. Why?
When we are children, people show us so many things that we lose the profound sense of seeing. Seeing and showing are phenomenologically in violent antithesis. And just how could adults show us the world they have lost!
They know; they think they know; they say they know . . . They demonstrate to the child that the earth is round, that it revolves around the sun. And the poor dreaming child has to listen to all that! What a release for your reverie when you leave the classroom to go back up the side hill, your side hill!
What a cosmic being the dreaming child is!
To my lovely readers: have a wonderful, daydreaming Sunday!
Excerpt from The Poetics of Reverie: Childhood, Language, and the Cosmos; Gaston Bachelard, trans. Daniel Russell. Translation by Grossman Publishers, 1969. Originally published in 1960 as La Poetique de la Reverie.