Diana whose blog I follow over at talktodiana.wordpress.com took us on a little walkabout pointing out, by means of photos, significant places in her city. What I really warmed to in the post was a photo of a bench beside a river which she called her “Thinking Spot” a bench where she obviously does a lot of thinking and reflecting. To me the term was so natural, simple and delightfully secular, no place of great spiritual epiphany, just an ordinary loved “thinking spot” in the midst of life. I like that. I really do.
I’ve been on the move for most of my life and in that moment as I read her post I was taken back to all my “Thinking Spots,” rivers, mountains, gardens, parks, forests and a myriad of other places, places where I lay down, where I stood, where I sat and where I simply walked, places where I thought about things, where I thought about what I was thinking about, where I watched myself thinking, where I changed my thinking and where I simply allowed or tried to allow my thinking to cease. Soon I’ll be saying goodbye again to my existing thinking spots and will have to find new ones in a new country. It’s sad, but that said, I’m also filled with new anticipation and joy. Thank you Diana. 🙂