Q is for Quiescent

Barrage of ideas rain down to pierce the magic of the day, and the brain drowns
in incessant hustle.
That’s when the day starts looking like it’s filled with molasses. Mental
movement gets slower and slower. And that’s when I know.

I know I need time like the bears or badgers.  A time for a dormant indulgence.
A time for languorous slowing down.
It’s a feeling that creeps up on me, true to its nature. A slow
languorous crawl into my brain when it was running like chicken being chased
around.
I’ve
noticed that ideas don’t just walk in the door of a noisy party. It waits for
an indolent time, then floats in, sometimes not even waiting to knock. It’s in the quiescent feelings that the best moments of life reside. 

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  13. “I've noticed that ideas don’t just walk in the door of a noisy party.” True that. I had to break my head to come with some blog posts.Nice blog title! 🙂

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