I know this writing prompt since about one or two years and have used it on and off.

But lately, it has become a lot more important as a means of kick-starting a writing session, but also to ponder topics to write about.

“Lean against… and listen” is a Stream of Consciousness” writing prompt which lets you have a peek into your own soul or if you prefer psyche which shows you creative developments, gives you new ideas and most of all is a little writing holiday or relaxation as you do not need to think about editing or about readers.

Just write it for yourself. As I admitted last week I do edit those I post on here, but just for comma’s and typo’s (as far as I see them of course 🙂 ). But the writing itself happens as it is supposed to and described here:

Lean Against … And Listen I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to heal” for this writing prompt: “With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

Today I do not lean against ~ I lean on top. On top of the dining room table a huge, sturdy Indian wood table that also acts as my desk. I have closed my eyes even though I love the view out of the huge window towards the back garden. A bird feeder is standing empty in the middle, but a little pond is to its left where yellow lilies are growing. Behind the fence, there stands an old decapitated oak tree. It gets too close to the power lines above. It winks at me with its leave jittering away in the wind. That is the only sound I can hear besides the washing machine behind me which rotates along reluctantly. I am thirsty. My back aches. I feel restless and just want to jump up and run outside up along the little field path. But I am glued to the chair and table. Breath in, breath out. Let it go. Breath in, breath out. Let it rest. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out….