The Lost Art of Day Dreaming.

You might remember a time when sitting around and staring into space was a pastime. A pastime of a time past. Now young, old, women, kids, men, everyone is busy all the time. Every increment of time is filled, with work, commuting, family, entertainment. I am suggesting, we are drowning out time, connections, feelings, fears. Or do we just like being busy?

Day dreaming was something, at least, I did a lot. Watching people, watching leaves on a tree move or watching people boarding subway trains and then drifting off. Drifting, letting the mind go. Not following a particular thought, slowly riding along a wave of associations or quickly bouncing from one idea to another and, maybe, then moving into colors or just into a plain white field. Day dreaming didn’t follow rules nor led to a result. It just was. 

It was a way to pass time. It wasn’t meditation. Nor brain storming or stress calming. Actually time didn’t pass, it evaporated. Like clouds moving dissolving into the sky. Or a creek flowing around boulders. Or a kid backing sand pies. Time isn’t linear while day dreaming. Moving in and out of the reality around you, a day dream is fluid and luscious and light.

I make an effort these days, leave the phone in my pocket and let myself go to these spaces of free and random bliss: the day dreams.