A Beautiful Mind

I had the most amazing dream last night.  Well, it was amazing to ME.

I dreamed that I was in a place of business on Tyee Road in Point Roberts, Washington.  It was a small building in which I had never been before and which probably doesn’t exist outside the dream.  In retrospect, it might have been a small art gallery.

On the wall above a table were large posters like horizontal navigation maps.  They had symbols on them that seemed to make no sense.

I announced to the people around me, “Hey, I can see the patterns in those posters just like the guy in the movie A Beautiful Mind!”

Some people tried to see what I was seeing.  Others just kinda looked at me sideways like “Uh…okaaay…whatever.”

If I looked at the poster as a whole, I couldn’t see the pattern.  When I looked with my eyes narrowed and my head tilted back a bit, the shapes in the patterns showed themselves in 3D whereas the rest of the images remained 2D.

There might be some meaning in this, or it might just be random disconnected thoughts.

If there is a meaning, I’m going to venture a guess that it is to say if you haven’t been there, you really have no idea how or why the person who experienced what they lived has impacted them.

Furthermore, looking at what you see in total cannot be understood until you see each fine detail, and see them in their proper order.

(I originally published this in facebook Notes on February 11, 2011.)

Thinking From My Heart

Sometimes when I am writing, I feel like I am thinking from my heart.

I picture it like my brain having a straw stuck into my heart and drinking from it.

I wish I could paint a picture to go with that image.

If anyone reads this and knows of such a picture, please do share it with me.

The Little Things

So tired, as always with this adrenal burnout, I had to go to the couch and crash this afternoon.

I fell asleep to the sound of my eighteen-year-old daughter folding towels and sheets on the floor nearby.

I woke up twenty minutes later to see neatly folded piles of clean laundry in baskets by the couch.

I nearly cried with gratefulness.

She seldom does such things.

As grateful as I am for the good little things in my life, so oppositely overwhelmed am I by the numerous bad little things.

Too many little bad things piled up together look like a big bad thing.

In the face of the mountain of bad things, the good things look so awesomely wonderful.

Although probably not what it is intended to mean, I suddenly think of Newton’s law of motion:  “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

Not thinking too much

By the standards of some people, I think too much.

Sometimes I don’t want to think too much.

Sometimes it helps to put music on in the background of my headset while I am working at transcribing medical reports for doctors.  I turn the volume down low for the music so I can still clearly hear the dictation.

Right now, I am listening to the entire album “Pablo Honey” by Radiohead.

I wonder if anyone can relate to just not wanting to think too much.

Music helps.

Sometimes I just have to post

Sometimes I just have to post.

I have three blogs now – this one here at WordPress, the other Holy Sheepdip at Blogger, and a mostly private one on Tumblr.

Mostly I make private posts on Tumblr, which is kind of a holding place where I ramble out my thoughts about whatever needs rambling.  Occasionally I take some of that rambling and make it into a blog post over at Blogger.

Maybe I’ll do a bit more blogging here.  Who knows.