Inklings – much in small hints, and intuition
Inklings
Writers and poets tend to be people who may see little things, and readily imagine more … They can make much from little, and can take stories all over the place, adding little bits of this and that, to end up with a great deal story.
Writing poetry can involve concentrating on one tiny aspect of a thing, and delve deeper and deeper into what that ‘thing’ is. I am interested in trees, and have been thinking about how the Australian native – Eucalyptus tree, with imported trees like the pine tree and fir tree. The Eucalyptus is a tree that seems flexible, bending and moving with the wind, like a dancer moving with the flow of music. The non natives seem much more staid and unmoving, standing tall and still in the face of the wind.
These small ideas have lead to the beginnings of a poem, and I am certainly happy with the way my small inklings of thought about trees have taken me on the way toward another new poem. Another thought I’ve had is about ants, and I’m thinking about taking my ant thoughts from a slight interest to a possible obsession …
I’ve always considered ants to be steady workers, who follow in regimented lines, to and from their ant nest. But I’ve been watching ants, recently, and though I’ve certainly found them trooping along in lines, from and back to the nest, there is also a lot of heading off in one direction, turning around, heading somewhere else, then turning again, and again, and again.
I’m going to film the comings and goings at some ant nests in a particular place in my yard. I stood and watched the ants there this morning, and was very interested to watch one ant, carrying something, dark, I don’t know what it was. It seemed to be wanting to take it back to the nest, via one of the five or so holes there, but most of them had ants leaving the nest, and he ant seemed to be waiting for clear passage to offload its burden.
Eventually, it happened, the ant had a clear chance and in it went. I hope the ant got some kid of reward for its patient waiting … Then I saw another ant leave a different hole, carrying a small white pebble, I say ‘small’ but it was almost as big as the ant’s torso … Anyway the ant walked around and around, obviously looking for the best place to put down its burden, and then, there it was, the perfect spot, and the pebble/burden was unloaded, and the ant disappeared again, into the milling masses of other ants.
I can easily see a story happening from these ant ‘inklings’, and others thoughts I’ve been having about ants …
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Intuition
And according to Wikipedia,
“Intuition is the ability to acquire knowledge without recourse to conscious reasoning.[2][3] Different writers give the word “intuition” a great variety of different meanings, ranging from direct access to unconscious knowledge, unconscious cognition, inner sensing, inner insight to unconscious pattern-recognition and the ability to understand something instinctively, without the need for conscious reasoning.[4][5]
The word intuition comes from the Latin verb intueri translated as “consider” or from the late middle English word intuit, “to contemplate”.”
Do you ever get feelings about things, like if you do this, that will happen, even though you have no proof, or teachings, that it will be so. Gut feelings, these are often called, where you just get a feeling, and act on it, and it turns out that your gut feeling was correct.
The subconscious mind has access to all of our brain, where there is much more there, awaiting for us if we ever need to access it consciously … the brain is putting together all of the tiny bits and pieces of information being taken in, and putting them together to try to make some kind of sense of things …
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So for today, the two, matched writing prompts are inklings and intuition, have fun with it!
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 