"Halfway down the stairs, is a stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; so, this is the stair where I always stop."
AA Milne has a remarkable way of framing life's important things with the solid wisdom of childlike vision. Halfway is often an exceptionally important point. I may be well out of childhood physically but mentally I like it there and try to keep it close. Have you noticed children often have more wisdom in one thumb than they are given credit for?
Halfway Down is a beautiful little poem and it tenuously reminded me of something I used to do as a child. I loved reading and I shared a room with two brothers. In general, space in the family could feel limited and so one of my favourite things to do was to find the sunny patch in our bedroom (which was also right beside the radiator and so it worked as my space whatever the season) and lie in it and read. At the end of a chapter I'd sometimes roll onto my back and stare upwards letting the book be absorbed. Then, the same daydream always took place... I'd look at the ceiling and imagine it was the floor. I'd imagine stepping into the room and having to lift my legs over the deep threshold. I'd look at the expanse, vast compared to the filled room below, and imagine running across it and how that would sound. I'd rearrange the room according to the space I saw. I've tried it as an adult and I can still enjoy it although, admittedly, not for quite as long or as intensely as I liked to dream as a child.
I could play this daydream in any room in the house when I found myself lying across the floor. I'd even do it on holiday. Did you daydream as a child? Would you ever consider, just for a short time, having a go again as an adult, particularly with a daydream you may have long forgotten about? Dare you to visit there. Take a rest within. And, as always, I'd love to hear about it...
The room above the garage
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