A "What Did You Think Today" Digression!

That must be it Pueo. What else could it be? And very beautiful eyes you have there ;-)

I see you Gezzy and Jeezy I think you look great.

Gee thanks Joanne (blush).

Gezzy,

You have a very nice smile, we can see it all the way over here in the UK

LOL! Thanks very much Hiama :-D I do love to smile as much as I can ;-)

Jerry - we DON'T know we are right!

But - as long as we are all wrong together, it all works just fine and dandy!

So - Roberta - do we just have more WORDS - or more feelings? Some would argue that the words and the feelings co-create each other- but, which is first - the feeling or the word?

How fascinating that your characters should have minds of their own - I suppose that they are little parts of ourselves - either intrinsic or deeply observed and felt - and I suppose it makes sense that they should take on their own life. I have also often heard writers speak of this - -or actors who inhabit a role.

very Pirandelloesque.





Have you all heard that Francis Crick, (or was it Watson?), (of Crick and Watson discovery of the structure of DNA fame), has announced the discovery of the particular part of the brain which leads us to experience consciousness?

Some seemed to think it heralded the debunking of the notion of the soul - but, of course, it does not - since soulists will argue that it is simply the physical expression of a non-physical phenomenon - like the copper wire which conducts electricity, but is not, itself, part of the electrical surge.

Are we supposed to discuss our serious thoughts here or just frivilous ones ?

Deb,

I think Roberta and yourself have hit upon an interesting topic here.

How often do we hear of artists, pianists, writers and countless others being kind of taken over as if the creating is being done through them. When you are in the zone sometimes and oblivious to all around you it is like you are there just as an instrument and the pen flows freely, quite often what comes out is quite surprisingly good.

Does god have a hand or a previous life's experience coming to the fore-who knows ?

Perhaps I'm thinking too much, time for a nap.

Sleep well Hiama


"Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter"
Tempest, Act ii, Sc.1

Deb, Feelings thoughts about feelings words about thoughts about feelings. (I like that arrow.)

The Zone is a great place to be--whether creative or physical. When I'm in the zone when I'm writing, not only am I creative, but I'm phenomenally productive. I also find myself perspiring--while I'm sitting and writing. Another strange aspect to creativity? Or just me?

Nope, Roberta you are not alone, I zone out a lot, less now than when I was working. But I often come back to the sound of someone's voice saying Joanne, where are you. I immediately come back but do not know where I have been or what I have been thinking.

And I think creativity is the way out of a lot of things. For me it is, I have painted my way out of many corners, real ones and not so real ones. It, painting, is a place I can go and not be aware of the passage of time or even sound sometimes.

give me a keyboard, a word processor and some loud rock and roll and I'm as happy as a dog rolling in a cow pat.

Oldandnew cannot possibly think of you rolling in a cow pat.

This morning I read a comment by Chris Stewart in his book, Driving Over Lemons:

"Manuel's stories were too good to doze through. He told them well, fluently and with a fine sense of balance and dramatic timing. Those who cannot either read or write have the advantage in this; the ability to keep a long story in one's head tends to diminish with literacy."

And, I thought, I bet that's true. Or true for some.

Well let me get back to you on this - spent the past several days heavily medicated (sedatives) in an effort to try and not think to much.

As I was cleaning out my fridge, I thought: "Where in the hell did this red stuff come from?" (chisel-chisel) Sheeeeze, if I could just analyze the contents, we might never need duck tape again.

Thoughts on a Fridge

My fridge is white? It was last night.
When I arose, I found it grows
Some eerie things.

I thought right then, where have you been?
While I have slept, some thing has crept;
Some cherry stuff.

Then I thought--cheer up, Letty. You could be trying on bathing suits at the mall.

Gautam - either!!! Frivolous or serious - but thought it must be!

Hmmmm - "the zone" - that happens to me when I am working well with a family or individual at work - there is a sense of attunement and everything I say is right, and I can see my comments rippling - clients feel it too - you can see unfolding and release before your eyes...

Or sometimes in simple things like riding a horse, when it moves in answer to a request, before it is made, and both feel at one.

I miss doing lots of menial work, in some ways - because when the hands are occupied is my best thinking time - driving approximates it now, though often I am listening to news or commentary, however, I can still drift off onto the seas of thought.



Have you ever noticed where a train of thought began, and found yourself emerging at a strange station, and wondered how you got there, then followed the tracks of association in their delicious, bendy, loopy, meandering way backwards on the journey? It is wonderful seeing how you got from there to here, and so unexpected, often, yet quite sensible when you look at it.

I love conversations that do the same thing - move effortlessly from serious and ordered to zany and whimsical and back again - travelling, also, through realms of feeling and import, through the mundane, and back to serious topics...

My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkely to Cornell...

This may be why I open such threads as these!

I also enjoy the mental gymnastics of moving instantly from rigid, linear, lasar-like thought to playful, expansive and gently glowing mode - it is a bit like an obstacle course...

Letty now that would be a site for sore eyes?

Husker - hope you feel less burdened by thoughts soon....

Letty - is your red stuff rather like a hideous placenta? There is a horrid mould that grows in fridges sometimes, and it is toxic!

But you speak of chiselling - this sounds unlike mould...

Lovely Osso.

Oldandknew - that is a lovely play upon your avatar!

I was just thinking, why the heck am I doing this damn job,...

Oh,...I remember now,...never mind!