A few weeks ago I read something about how the brain is constantly connected to something. Even when taking walks, we listen to podcasts.
I’ve always listened to music while walking. I have done that since I was 15 years old. It was a way of escaping the world for a bit.
But I thought this thing I read was intriguing so for the past week, I have not been listening to my podcasts or music while I took a walk.
This past week I have been waking up earlier and earlier, preparing my body for the jet lag I will experience when going to Europe. At the moment of typing this, I am getting up at 4:30am.
Taking a walk these past few days, I really notice the birds chirping, the crows ca-cawing.
I noticed a small family of crows on top of someone’s house. Hopping around, making noise. There were a dozen of them. Was that a mother crow teaching the baby crows how to terrorize the neighbourhood?
I noticed the hum from the highway. The constant hum of traffic going by. I don’t even really notice it unless I sit and listen for it. It’s constantly there. Imagine if I lived further away from the highway, how quiet life would be?
I noticed these small little worm type things crawling around the roads. They were everywhere. They looked black and no longer than an inch.
I had time to think about things. I wasn’t listening to a podcast and learning about How I Met Your Mother or Star Wars. I was alone in my own thoughts.
The creative mind requires a spark. Maybe there’s something to this thing I read.
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