
I just tried “loafing,” as recommended by Jack Maguire at the end of Chapter 4 in The Power of Personal Storytelling. I think I’m a natural.
One thing I discovered right away is how I access memories. A prompt like “I am nine years old” brings up nothing for me. Apparently my brain has not categorized my memories by time. But if I picture a house I lived in as a child, the memories flood in. My mother’s sleeveless blouse isstained with the juice of blackberries after a day spent making jam. During an impromptu boxing match on his bed, my brother falls through the window; I stay home alone while my parents take him to the emergency room for stitches. Again and again, I see my father stomping his boots three times to get the mud off before entering the house and I hear the heavy clank of his keys as he sets them on the kitchen counter. I could go on forever.
I have no idea which, if any, of these memories might grow into a story.
(Actually, maybe I do.) In any case, the sense of possibility I feel
after twenty minutes of “loafing” is truly rich.
The image of the frog at the top of the post came from here:
http://alltopics.com/images/green-frog-loafing-around-leaf.html
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