In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?
* C.S. LEWIS, J.R.R. TOLKIEN, SHERLOCK HOLMES, G.K. CHESTERTON, N.D. WILSON, AND P.G. WODEHOUSE, ARE ENCOURAGED
I'm not journalling every day, despite how much it helps me. Every few days I remember and every several I do partake in those clarifying scribbles. But there it is. I do not in fact avail myself of all the available brain-nourishment that I could. Buckling down to actual writing is definitely on my to-do list, and rising toward the top. In the meantime I haven't been totally neglecting my brain exercise. I have enjoyed many puzzles: sudoku, crosswords (these are hard people), games of riddles, midnight poetry writing, navigating airports, inventing recipes, and physical exercise.