I close my eyes . . . what do I see? At first it's blackness. Then a moment of thoughtfulness. Images emerge. Some vivid images of peaceful spaces. Imagination plays with settings that seem to be the perfect essence of joy and fulfillment. There is the edge of consciousness that seems hazy...peer there and something seems to emerge hazily. A flitting image. Observe. Stand still. I hear a robin to the left. I smell the scent of some wild mountain flower. A bee buzzes behind me. Warm light over-head shines down on my perception of this personage I call: me. The illusion is real, with breeze, gurgling brook faintly titillating in the background. The words rise and fall in my mind. Grass sways, there are a million stimuli, and I sit . . . eyes closed, imagination creating, painting, creating. I think in the saner moments of life, there is a whole lot of creativity emerging. I'm curious...
A place where thought seeps out . . . sometimes out of the most unexpected places