Just saying it aloud makes me realize it's a whim and fanciful word.
I've always been a whimsical person, full of whims and a bit erratic.
If you, dear Reader, are looking for a blog that is highly structured and thematically focused, well, this is not that site.
Nope, this is my runaway destination--a place where I'm only limited by my imagination and creativity. Who knows what will land on these pages? Photos? Poems? Silly observations and poignant thoughtful essays? Highly likely.
I believe I embraced the concept of whim one afternoon as I browsed a cabinet in the library on the University of Wyoming campus where I was a freshman English major. I can't actually remember what this quote was referencing or who uttered it first, but it stuck in my head and remains firmly entrenched in my thoughts to this very day. It goes something like this:
How rich I am when through the day I may indulge
a whim.
It's the thought that propels me to climb stairs to every high point just to see the view and reminds me to stop walking and turn around in order to breathe in the fleeting fragrance of lilacs blooming.
Oh, sure, I often use it when buying a new pair of shoes (I LOVE shoes) or maybe a stunning funky purse (yup, LOVE those, too.) But, sometimes an afternoon cup of tea, hot and strong with just a tish of cream is a day's perfect whim indulgence. Or, stepping away from my writing and sneaking out to the west deck just to feel the air, fresh from high in the mountains, blowing straight to me--that's indulging a whim.
It's a way of treating oneself to Life's abundant riches, sometimes the obvious insignificant treasures right before us, invisible until one's perspective is altered. A lilac bloom, a cup of tea, a great pair of shoes as well as a deep breath on the rooftop, getting lost in the stars on a cold clear night, hearing the song of the Western Meadowlark. It's all there, riches just waiting to be discovered and claimed.
So, you can see that this is my new capricious writing spot where I can write on whatever topic appeals to me, indulging whatever fancies I might have parading through my head.
So, WHIMSY CALLS, to me certainly and hopefully also to you.
