Reading more

Tea and candles can help

Feliz año Global Jigsaw!

I’m sure a lot of you are currently in a tango with your New Year resolutions, because its January. And that’s the way of the world. As for me, my list is short. I’m just asking myself to read more. Its not as easy as it sounds of course. Hence, this post, which is on amongst other matters, habit stacking. What is that, you ask? Read on, dear reader and all will become clear.

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As all parents in this reading-kalyug, I have struggled to steal my children away from the land of screens and tempt them into the world of books. It is true that good podcasts and youtube explainers can provide a young person with a wealth of information. And also, that well-made TV series, documentaries, and movies can be excellent entertainment.

But the stillness of mind that comes with reading – ironic since it is an activity that requires the mind to wander the other worlds that inhabit a book - is difficult to replicate. Screens are mental overload. They fracture our brains into a prismatic way of seeing, so that our attention spans are diminished, and we are afflicted with a restlessness born of clicks and scrolls.

Yet, I have failed to reason my way into declaring the “superiority” of books to screens. And over time, following many a debate with the offspring, have even conceded that “superiority” may be the wrong word to use.

Once-upon-a-blonder-time

The younger generation is experiencing a return to the primacy of orality over the written word. Nonetheless, they are still compelled by stories, and their minds are still open to the wonder of learning. They see books as a delivery mechanism rather than the kind of sacred objects deserving of reverence that I grew up believing them to be. My own biblio-proclivity as a youngster was probably the result of the fact that there simply wasn’t much besides books that could feed my imagination.

And yet, spurning cold rationality, I have an emotional need to pass on my love of books to my boys. To be a reader is to never have solitude turn into loneliness. It is to exercise the brain, while nourishing the soul. If my boys come to love books, I will worry less about their lives beyond mine.

The solution that I have devised, is to allow screens in the house, but to romanticize books by stacking a series of ritualistic habits around the act of reading. I hit upon the idea when I learned about the psychological concept of “layering habits.”

This is the science: our brains build a strong network of neurons to support current behaviors. The more we do something, the stronger and more efficient the connections between the network become. For example, our brains are very efficient at remembering to take a shower each morning, or to make a morning cup of chai, among the hundreds of other little daily habits that we perform reflexively. We can take advantage of these strong connections to build new habits, by identifying a current practice that is already second nature to us, and then stacking the new behavior on top.

Examples of layering habits can include:

·      After drinking a cup of coffee each morning, meditating for five minutes. This layers meditation onto the coffee.

·      After sitting down to dinner, thinking of one wonderful thing that happened during the day. This stacks a practice of gratitude onto dinner.

·      Before getting into bed, putting our mobile phones to charge in another room. This pegs the habit of switching off screens onto the act of getting into bed.

Again, the reason that habit-stacking works, is that our current habits are already hardwired into our brains, so that linking new practices to these, makes it more likely that we’ll stick to them. All of which is to say that I have built a ritualized and romantic mesh of habits around bedtime reading that is now the most cherished time that my younger son and I share.

Half an hour before bedtime, we both put away all screens. My phone is taken to the study for charging by him, which signals that I am “disconnected” from elsewhere and focused on the moment. Nico then makes two cups of steaming chamomile tea, while I dim electric lights and set out fragrant candles on my bedside table. We then snuggle under our “special” reading blanket together.

Some nights, I read out aloud to him. Other nights we read separately, together. The effect of these rituals is to create a deliciously cozy circle of endorphin-zinging love, one that becomes associated with books. And voilà: a reader is born.

If social psychology is correct, then this bedtime reading habit should extend for my little one into his adulthood and beyond. That is if we haven’t all become AI-directed cyborgs by then.

xxxx

Happy reading folks. You’ve already made a good start with this newsletter. It’s going to be a literary 2024! I can feel it :-) Oh, and what are you reading? Let us know.