How My Mind Works

When you look at the photo above, you probably see six green beans in a line on a cutting board, ready to have their stems chopped off. Is this what you see?

What I saw was a line of birds on a telephone wire. I was not looking to see anything but green beans, yet I saw what I saw.

When I cut cucumbers, the sound I hear is that of birds' chirping.

All my thoughts are not about birds. However, I do seem to experience life in sound and/or in pictures. I think dogs think in pictures, too.

For me to see the number 10 or 15 indicating how many new subscribers arrived today doesn't mean much to me. But when when I see a list of the names of new subscribers going down vertically -- taking up ten or fifteen lines -- I feel it, and my heart is thrilled. Maybe I am like a primitive whose counting is pointing to or touching the objects he wants to include.

My daughter has said more than once that I think like a two-year old. For instance, she says I can't give a synopsis of anything, that I have to go round and round in my telling, not leaving out one single thing. She says it takes me longer to tell about a movie or a book than it takes to watch the movie or read the book. I do, on occasion, notice that when I'm describing something, the eyes of the people I'm talking to glaze over.

I also do give great credit to not thinking at all!

Some of the good things in my life have come about because I didn't know what I was doing. I just went and did without any idea of what could be involved or where something might lead. Like Heavenletters™ , for instance.

Then I have the experience of thinking of a great idea, like a topic to write about in this blog. Then I rush to open up the site, and, when I get here, the great idea has flown away, and I have to think of something else quickly to write about instead. Like today.