My fountain helps me focus

My hummingbird fountain

My hummingbird fountain

While helping clean out my grandparents’ home a few weeks ago, I came across a hummingbird fountain.

It didn’t work. The tubing connecting the pump to the actual fountain had corroded and broken. I brought it home, anyway.

Last Thursday I was pleasantly surprised when my sweetheart replaced the tubing for me and set it up on top of one of my filing cabinets in my home office.

I’ve turned it on every day since then while I work, and it’s been extremely pleasant.

There’s something to be said for the sound of running water. This is especially true on deadline week. It completely soothes me and reminds me to ‘go with the flow.’ When my fountain is on, my creativity seems to stream from my mind to my fingertips, where I can write it or type it out.

Perhaps I think too much about these things. I tend to look at the objects in my life as symbols, things I can learn from, lessons to treasure. Still. Where’s the wonder in the world, if you can’t feel awe over something as simple as clean water?

It’s food (or water) for thought.

Anyway, I’ve noticed a strange correlation between having my fountain on and how focused I am at work. In a world full of distractions, this makes my little fountain a valuable asset to my home office.

What helps other writers focus on their writing work? I’d love to know.

5 Comments to “My fountain helps me focus”

  1. Beautiful fountain. I think I’m more of an ‘air’ writer with a need for music or some kind of noise in the air. I wonder if every writer has his or her own element that helps them focus. It’s just that touch to the atmosphere that instills a sense of creativity.


  2. I’ve never considered getting a fountain actually, strange…

    I went on a weekend retreat with a small group from my school to a monk colony. While there we got to wander the grounds, which was full of forest trails, streams and old monk chapels.

    While going off the trail I managed to find a fallen stump which stuck out of the moss like a natural throne, one edge jutting up to form a backrest. Unfortunately, I only had a tiny notebook and a nearly wasted pen with me, so I couldn’t take full advantage of the moment, but I’ve never written with a clearer mind before in my life.


    • It’s amazing what an immersion in nature does for the mind and spirit, even if it’s just for a minute or two. I love moments like that. I can picture your stump. It sounds wonderful!


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