One of my favorite things to do is sit in a swinging chair that hangs from a big tree in my backyard.
I trot out there with my laptop and earbuds, intent on writing and reading.
Almost inevitably I end up with a cat in my lap, staring up at a blue sky through layers of tree limbs.
And that’s okay.
It’s actually great.
Quiet time to think isn’t a luxury for me, it’s a necessity.
A time to clear out memories and make room for more.
Like a yard sale for the mind.
