WHERE DO YOU DO YOUR BEST THINKING?

Some I know prefer the beach. Walking barefoot, making footprints so easily washed away. Like a thought once embraced but on the face of reality is also washed away.

Others go to the woods. Emerson did. But not all are like him. Even his buddy Thoreau went to the town of Concord every week or so to hear the gossip. To be fully Appalachian or Rockied or Smokied, one has to spend some serious time there. By the way, there is no differentiation between the woods and the mountains.

Some exercise to sweep away the cobwebs. Whether jogging or marathon running. Whether treadmilling or walking, one can think or remove any thought at all.

Some, like Pooh have a private Thinking Place. It might be a study, a library, a bedroom, a church, a ball field, a golf course. It may even be before a computer screen.

It may include music. For some, that's an absolute must. Whether with earphones, headphones, or heavy bass nearly shaking the car, it doesn't matter. Just as long as there's music in the air.

The problems of the world are at our disposal. If we only can find a place to think the thoughts, dream the dreams, or simply escape.