Saturday, January 28, 2012

Tangled Threads

My mind is never still.  Never quiet.  Never at rest.  It is a slide show of thoughts and images clicking through the carousel in overdrive.  Some so fleeting they can't be recalled.  All connected by a thin silk thread that tangles and knots making it impossible to sort it all out.

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Fleeting Thoughts

Sometimes I play a game with myself.  Follow the thread, pick at the knots.  A vain attempt to untangle the mess and slow it all down.  It never works.  Before long a new thought hitches a ride on the frayed strand leaving me frustrated at the lack of control I have over my own mind.

Occasionally one of the more notable notions will circle back around, perform a giant loopty loop before diving back into oblivion.  Those are the ones I wish I could capture.  Grab the dangling thread and hang on.  File it in the recall bin before the carousel moves on to the next slide.

Unfortunately my mind doesn't work that way.  I could cut the thread and start over; or better yet just relax and enjoy the ride.  Some days that's easier said than done.


Judy H. said...

Well said! When my son was about 4 or 5, he would say that he had to put things in the right suitcase in his head.

Life in Color said...

Judy-Love the suitcase comment.