I’m sitting by the side of the busy motorway (that’s highway (or maybe autobahn (or perhaps autoroute (or possibly autopista (or … whatever!))) to people outside of the UK) of my mind (ha – bet that took you by surprise). I’m watching my thoughts go by.
Or rather – I was until I began typing. Of course, now, I’m picking each of my thoughts up, with the fingers of my mind, and transferring them to this screen (with the fingers of these hands) one by one.
Typing as an alternative to mindfulness. Hmm – viable or not? Do you ever use writing as a means to get thoughts out of your mind and onto the (virtual) paper?
I’m only musing on this subject because I feel a need to say something. Anything. To someone. Anyone. Hell, that sounds sad. Tell you what, I’ll write a story instead.
Once, up in a mountainous kingdom – a time long, long ago – way before last week, there lived a pretty princess. She loved cashew nuts. She wore jogging bottoms in bed (yeah, just jogging bottoms … pink ones with a beige strip down the side of each leg). She liked to eat raw parsley sandwiches. And she hated me telling stories about her. So she had me beheaded. And then she lived happily ever after. Sort of. You see, when she got older, she developed a bad case of warts on her nose. In fact, she had warts on her warts. And I’m pretty sure too that one of her warts was on one of the warts that was on a wart that was on the very tip of her nose. Still, she bore/beared? (wore/weared?) it well. Had on a veil most of the time. One of those really heavy black ones that you see women with astounding eyes wearing. I saw one today, in fact. Black from head to toe (yeah, the … garment, not the skin) and then these liquid brown eyes with massive eyelashes highlighted with kohl (eyeliner). Just saw them for a second, but … well, I’m still thinking about them now, aren’t I! The princess didn’t quite have eyes as lovely as these. But they were still quite pretty. In a princess kind of a way. A blonde haired princess kind of a way.
Anyway, the fridge sounds like it’s snoring (ha – Grammarly want to change that to snowing – can you imagine!) and it’s putting me in mind of my bed.
Gosh, who reads this stuff! Aren’t you just glad it’s you?
My name is S and I read Robert’s ‘writing about anything’ posts. *putting up my left hand because my right one is typing*
Thoughts converted to words are no longer thoughts, but labels for thoughts. Or so I thought just now.
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Interesting thought. At what point does a thought become a label. Maybe they are always only labels. Maybe there is an underlying reality below the label. Maybe discursive thought is covering something much more profound. *wonders what is lying below the surface of the …*
Ah!
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Thought does not need language, but it’s difficult (for me) to imagine a thought without words.
You had a Eureka moment? Do tell! 😁
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Eureka? Oh, that was just me emulating it. It wasn’t really real. 🙂
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Faking it? *gasp*
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*smiles*
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*frowns a little*
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*looks concerned*
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I don’t like the idea of faking it (says she who uses a pen name). But I was kidding, and you’re (prolly) also kidding. 😊
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*wonders what the conversation was about but rather than reading back just nods and smiles as recognises that it’s waaaay past bedtime*
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Du, geh endlich schlafen. 😊
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danke?
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Bitte. 😊
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I think there’s something wrong with the sound file (error message: file cannot be found), but it could very well just be me.
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Nope, not you. 🙂
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Phew! 😊
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If I was covered in black head to foot I would want my eyes to be fabulous, too!
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Hey, you know I never thought about it like that – of course!! 😀
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Pity, I don’t have pretty eyes.
Glad she beheaded you
Sad I have to wear glasses
It’s morning, how time flies!
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Free form poetry
Free form flies
Free form thinking
How time lies.
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Nice! Free from flies?
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That would have made a better fourth line. 🙂
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Very glad.
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How so?
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Coz you’re a sweety. And what you write, though often totally mad, is fun to read.
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I think I’ll have that engraved on my tombstone – many, many, many, many years in the future. 😀
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Yep, I write things down to get them out of my head 🙂
XxX
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Does it help?
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Most of the times it does. XxX
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Reason I ask is that the things I write down tend to get cemented in place rather than cleared?
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Me it helps prioritize what I want or need to ‘tackle’ first 😉 Just keep looking at it and don’t anything with it…that indeed won’t work, hahaha
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Ah – that makes perfect sense. Write it down and then do something about it. 🙂 Like the ‘to-do’ list I wrote yesterday – it totally worked.
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But let me give you a tip…don’t go overboard with those list, like I did a while ago: writing a list in which order to follow up on the other lists.
If that happens: one needs a break, hahaha
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Hahaha – true, true – that is going waaay too far! 😀
No, I make it easy on myself. My number one item is always ‘make a list’. That way – when I’ve finished the list, I always have something to tick off. 🙂 The other items were just things that needed doing that day like mowing the front lawn, mowing the back lawn (important to separate the two due to a greater sense of achievement), dust the study, vacuum upstairs etc. etc.
Easy stuff – you know? 🙂
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I know 😉 Now the thing is at the end of the day to focus at what you could tick off and not what you didn’t manage to accomplish that day. Seriously, makes really a difference 🙂
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I know. Lists are good to organise the mind, not to punish yourself with.
(there are much more entertaining and interesting ways to … chastise. If one is that way inclined)
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Indeed. (hahahahaha)
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