Paradoxically Enough
Some days everything is hovering and hasn't decided where to land. Thoughts become fluid and formless, and run into each other and mate or metamorphisize before there is time to identify or harness them. There is nothing small enough to communicate.
posted by Jeanne at 21:25
6 Comments:
Hey Jeanne! Welcome back. The blog world wasn't nearly the same without you.
Interesting thought. Is that what's been going on with you?
Either that, or sleep deprivation. Or both.
Sometimes we cheapen thought and idea by boiling them down to action and word. Sometimes thought is too rich and won't allow it.
Sounds like much openness. I love those times, even if they are disorienting.
More blogging please!
Steve,
Spaced out ;)?
I think it's good, but somehow related to passivity. I think I'm avoiding certain inevitable confrontations that may alter life as we know it. I'm just taking a really deep breath.
Steve,
That sounds what? Please be more specific. We at this end interpreted that sentence very differently and uniquely. I think it's like a Rorschach ink blot.
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