Moving through the Mindfields of Recollection
So where do your musings travel while a person are sitting by yourself? Do the cats come and thieve them away as they purr and sidle up to you for a fast pet? Does the gardener whirl them away from you with his lawn mower, to return them to you personally, shredded and incoherent as a lump of grass cuttings in your side yard wishing for removal?
Where do those thoughts go as you are perched staring at the monitor of your computer, the curser flashing impatiently up at you like a stop light in a little mid-western town? Can you reclaim them and place them to good use- potentially to gather up the washing laundry that rests like a mail order bride in a cut-rate magazine page. I regularly wish that I could take a visit to those invisible countries of indolence and procrastination with the intention to find what I have mislaid.
I find that the majority of my thoughts amble off independently with a small amount of advice from me. I can be sitting at my desk with a wholly good train of thought rolling along when suddenly – bam- that locomotive gets derailed into a sideline that then takes off for lands unidentified. I am typically left with a bemused look on my face – accumulating back what bits and pieces of my thought process have been left dangling on the bed rails.
Nearly all of it is still pretty functional, just wants an edge or two straightened out and most likely a little bit of sleeve sprucing up to cover the scratches it just picked up. I realise that if I add a small amount of new stray thought to the previous ones, and perhaps modify the simple color of one or two images, no one truly knows the distinction or can spot where in my story that the entire thing all of a sudden developed a life of its own and took off for parts not known.
Nevertheless, I have frequently pondered if it would be possible to just retrieve those displaced children of the mind and bring them home. It would be a sort of homecoming for the orphans of my thought processes that would cover all the wanderings for the preceding forty years and give them a purpose.
Although, I suppose the whole simple reason they wandered off in the to begin with was a need to uncover a objective that wasn’t of my choosing. So they may not surface, even if especially invited, to this type of get together. So I imagine until I discover the key to that secret door, I will just have to wave them merrily good-bye and go back to the pages I have on my pc. In the event that these people want to work with me on just about any of my website blogs, they will surely have to find me at possibly my Hardwood Floors Installation site, or taking a look at Bandsaw Tools or possibly come and explore me at my real estate site about Florida. Ultimately then, they are on their own!