As long as I can remember, I’ve loved reading and writing while lying on the floor.
In school, I did my best work (and there’s a relative term!) on the floor.
I made it through seminary mostly by working on the floor in our little apartment.
When I first committed to “the ministry,” I remember getting my yellow pad and writing lists of resources I wanted from the Baptist Book Store catalog, all while lying prone on the floor.
When we first got married, I would lie on the floor in our den, surrounded by books, and study and prepare sermons.
The floor has been my zafu, if you will. My launching pad. My creative place.
Maybe that’s the reason I’ve not been nearly as “creative” as I once was. Maybe “graduating” from the floor to the desk, to the computer, looks like progress. But maybe, it’s a step backward.
Lying prone on the floor is not conducive to typing, even on your laptop.