I started my remote Monday with morning writing and then a walk. As always, my mind wandered as I walked this cold, sunny morning, and I paid close attention to its starts, stops, circles, wonderings, and discoveries. My mind was like the ball in the pinball machine. I was truly experiencing REST, that random episodic silent thought.
Where my mind went:
Extended metaphor poems - and I went home with a totally different plan for the week.
Cam’s flying lessons - and a realization of how we both wear our emotions on our sleeves.
Ashley’s college tours - orange looks good on her, but which letters will she choose to wear?
Birds chirping - the distinct woodpecker, the hee-haw (best I can do to describe the sound) birds, and another bird. I tried to pick out their different songs.
Cracks in the pavement - and how they are like the lines on my aging hands and the journeys they both have provided.
Wishing that my brain was a computer - and how I could print out the paths of my mind.
This journey was not linear, not stop and move on. It was literally a pinball game. My mind jumped from one thing to the next, backward and forwards, all over the place. It was totally random. It was repeated episodes. I didn’t say a word, but there was singing. And boy did I think, feel, and lose myself in the remarkable working of my mind.
I am excited to be participating in the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Challenge.