On what note will we begin it?
Dear readers,
Notes in my house creep up no matter where I go . .
. no matter what I do to evade their presence, they always slip their way into
my eyes, dazzling my vision as though to taunt it. I don’t ask her to do it,
but my mother leaves me notes at every single turn. In the morning, in the
afternoon, evening and at night, they show up. If I think that I have escaped
them for good, I turn my phone on, and a text message is flashing. My mother
finds a way to provide notes even when I am not around to view them. I wake up
in the morning , and her scrawl is my first greeting. When I sit down with tea
in my hands for the day, my mind untrammeled, I am surprised again- when I
reach to put my cup down, behold the dictate in front of me, telling me not to
put the cup there . . .
I wonder at the idea that we must always be
communicating. If we cannot unleash our troubles in words, then they seem to come
out in little pen-marks to haunt the members of our family who may attune
themselves. Personally, I have no need of notes- I rarely make them for myself,
and keep a mental record of my own list. If I do write a note, then it is not
usually so much a reminder as a melee of random thoughts that I will put into a
story. However, my mother is infamous for her perpetual, love affair with them.
I suppose that it is my fate to read her thoughts, trivial as they might be.
Have you ever stopped to wonder about the purpose of
writing a note? I cannot help but to
wonder what we would do with our notes if we were to change their purpose. In
their true meaning, they are actually informal letters to ourselves. That makes me wonder about their intended
design. What if we were to write, ‘Happy 2014,’ as that design, rather than, ‘did
you put the key in its proper place?’ What if we were to wake up in the morning
and find ourselves looking forward to their message, rather than evading them
at every turn? Perhaps we need to re-evaluate the purpose writing notes, revamp
their inner scope.
If whether or not we lose our key is foremost on our
minds, our mental registrar seems to lack substance. Our brief messages to
others should have a rich texture which enhances our thoughts and ideas. How do
those thoughts reflect upon those around us, and what type of message do they
transmit?
Perhaps, in revising the notes themselves, we can
reinvent our minds, and their contributions to the household.
Thus, in order to start the year of 2014, I am
planning on writing a new note to my family, to subtly and effectively
counteract the problem. The next time you wake up to a belligerent note that
wants to be a little too persistent with you, therefore, try changing the
message around-
And- I will end this piece on that ‘note.’
Love to you all,
Brooke ~
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