And where do your ideas go when you are sitting by yourself? Do the cats appear and steal them away as they purr and sidle up to you for a speedy pet? Does the gardener whirl them aside with his lawn mower, to give back them to you personally, shredded and incoherent as a heap of grass cuttings in your side yard primed for removal?
Where do those feelings go as you are perched right in front of your computer, the curser blinking impatiently up at you like a stop light in a little mid-western town? Can you access them and place them to good use- possibly to collect up the laundry that rests like a mail order bride in a cut-rate catalogue page. I quite often wish that I could take a visit to those undetectable countries of indolence and delay as a way to discover what I have already lost.
I find that nearly all of my thoughts wander off by themselves with little or no advice from me. I can be sitting down at my desk with a very good train of thought rolling along when all of a sudden – bam- that train gets derailed into a sideline that then will take off for lands unidentified. I am generally left with a bemused appearance on my face – collecting back what bits and pieces of my thought process have been left dangling on the rails.
Nearly all of it is still quite serviceable, simply needs an edge or two straightened out and possibly a tiny bit of sleeve polishing to obscure the chafes it just earned. I find that if I add a handful of new wayward thought to the classic ones, and perhaps alter the fundamental color of one or two images, no one actually knows the variance or can spot where in my tale that the complete thing out of the blue established a life of its own and took off for parts unknown.
Still, I have usually asked yourself if it would be achievable to just recover those missing children of the mind and bring them home. It might be a sort of homecoming for the orphans of my thought processes that would involve all the wanderings for the past forty years and give them a function.
However, I imagine the whole justification they wandered off in the to begin with was a desire to uncover a purpose that wasn’t of my picking. So they may not appear, even if specifically invited, to this kind of special event. So I assume until I find the key to that magical door, I will only have to wave them merrily good-bye and return to the pages I have on my computer. When they would like to work with me on almost any of my site blogs, they will surely have to find me at either my Hardwood Floors Installation site, or looking at Bandsaw Tools or possibly come and pay a visit to me at my real estate site about Florida. Right up until then, they are by themselves!
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