I don’t wish to dwell on troubling things, the day has been littered with enough of them
They fall upon the mind and it holds them like a hook
Or a bouncing ball that my palm sends downwards and away, it hits the wall rebounds
You cannot not think about something by not thinking about something – see, around it comes again
We send it in an envelope stamped with our own address
Consciousness, the ever diligent Postman Pat
Here it is, dropping through the door that stands ajar whilst I sit here stuck in a ponder
I step outside and wander aimlessly
The evening is scented with shower damp dust, a breeze stirs the trees and evening crickets all about me softly click in conversation
The sun is low and golden, it paints the pale thick grass in the paddocks that runs away as far as my screen shortened eyes can see
Blue skies, pink lined clouds, a squadron of ducks form a triangle heading south
I watch them and gradually ease my shoulders down
Listening, I ground my bare feet in sun warmed earth,
Falling into nature I cease to think, and what is gone from the mind is gone from experience
I could disappear,
But my thoughts would be lonely without me here, to breathe life into them
*Photo courtesy Anton Darius Unsplash
We writers think for a living. Gets very tiring. I fly fish and used to play the piano– you can’t think about a thing. Walking doesn’t do it. Has to be something you fully concentrate on. Probably any musical instrument–must be why it’s so popular with the young. But fly fishing is great. You are just concentrating on the cast and moving around in the river. Hours go by and you are aware of nothing but the stream and maybe a bird or two.
Sounds like a very peaceful pastime Lynn 🎣
Gardening has that effect on me.
Hi Rosaliene, yes nature is wonderful for taking us out of our heads and into the earth
they come and we are all so too often numb!
And numb isn’t the opposite of thinking, it’s a trauma response.
I feel like I’ve lived this line: “You cannot not think about something by not thinking about something”.
Thanks for another beautifully articulated piece.
I don’t know why we try to not – it goes against the flow – I think we need to simply forget not and say yes to so many other things that the knots aren’t ties in the first place
I agree. It’s impossible to not do/think/feel something but it’s not (usually) so difficult to do something different that just eases the other stuff out of the way. But you said it much more elegantly.
Thanks Monty 😊
great 👍👍
Thanks 😊
Thanks for sharing this..
A pleasure, thanks for reading 😊
A beautiful post about those circling thoughts.
Thanks 😊
For me it’s this line…. We send it in an envelope stamped with our own address.
This is an excellent piece!
Thankyou, and thanks for reading 😊
you got trouble on the double what lindsay buckingham called the gift of screws.
This is one of the most interesting comments I’ve received, I have just googled Lindsay Buckingham and the Gift of Screws and I do believe you’re right, maybe this is the mixed blessing of many poets and songwriters and if that is so, I’ll happily take it 😊
yes Kate, well late tho it is. you re doing well. not like poor Eunice , who is no longer a baswana! i m very odd. lmao.
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Beautiful picture of truths painted Kate!❤️
Thanks Cindy