Coffee and Conversation: Showerpiphanies

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while.

It’s Monday again – and, around here, that means it’s time for Coffee and Conversation.

When I was six, my family was driving on an interstate highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living their lives, lives as important to them as mine was to me.

I wanted to see what those lives were, and to share my own…

Here, each Monday, I strive to reach that understanding through offering ideas and tidbits from my life. Settle in for a while, and share something of yours.

Have you ever noticed that there are certain times or activities that tend to send your mind into new territory? Do you think of new dishes to cook while driving? Make up songs while vacuuming? Invent things while folding laundry or mowing the lawn or walking the dog?

Maybe it’s hereditary? Jeremiah at Paint Mines Creek, age 6.

Hot showers are my “thing”. There’s magic, for me, in being surrounded by steam, with water drenching my head. Several years ago, Jim and the kids got me a “rainshower” fixture for Mother’s Day. I love it. It sends a cascade straight down from above my head – and, since I’m tall and sometimes have to duck to fit beneath other showers, that’s a luxury!

I get in, after setting the water temperature just below my heat tolerance level – and then I just let my mind go. Often, I will have a story scene or an essay that I want to write in mind; almost as often, inspiration will come for something I wasn’t even thinking about, consciously – like a letter I might write, a different scene in another WIP, a brand-new essay or plot tribble…or a new way to arrange a room, a way to express something difficult to a loved one with kindness and clarity, somewhere new to go, or a new way of seeing things.

Annalise, at 5, in a happy lather!

It’s like the shower is my own personal idea machine (like a time machine, maybe, or, better yet, one of those money chambers where they blow bills around…only, the currency here is inspiration!).

If I chose to, I might consider the shower my muse – but I’m more inclined to see it as sinking the ideas into my mind, blending them with what was there, and playing with them as though they were soap bubbles…

I’ve decided to call the little revelations that come Showerpiphanies. Not because they needed a name, really, as because, that, too, came to me in the shower, as the steam relaxed my deeper mind into wordplay and diverse connections.

Creative communion, circa 2007. Photo credit: Eden F. Mabee.

I could maybe say more about this, but it’s chilly, and I feel some thoughts coalescing. I think I’ll go take a hot shower. =)

Do you have a particular place, activity, or ritual that you use as your dreaming and thinking space? I’d love to share a cuppa and listen! There are refreshing beverages and an assortment of tasty tidbits in the kitchen. Help yourselves, gather your thoughts, and let’s chat!


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