This has been a strange few weeks (I may have said that before on this blog). My mind has been a pickle. It has been pickled. Not in excess alcohol, but in excess thought. The amount of pressure in my head has been immense. It has caused me to sleep fitfully and dream the most bizarre, and often deeply disturbing, dreams – nightmares, in fact.
The brain is incredible. Literally in-credible. Its ability to spin thoughts into garish garments with three legs and four holes for heads is just phenomenal. At times, I have felt as though my head will explode. It happened slowly – one thing after another. Slowly, slowly, break the camel's back (sorry to mix metaphors)...
When One Thing after Another becomes hump-shattering, you just can't think. Clarity becomes an abstract concept and you lose your words. You just can't speak for the pressure cooker in your head. Why do humans do this? (Well, some humans...) Do the people that have tendencies towards thought spinning have an eye for the minutiae, nuance and unsaid that makes them perceptive where others simply drift by? Does this enrich? (I think it does – to a point.) Or, would their lives be easier if they could switch off and deal only in the factual? Hmm.
Hmm, you, my dear, sound like you need to practice mindfulness!
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Isn't the mind just crazy, warbling on and on and on - that's why stillness, creating times for silence is so critically important - otherwise we just drive ourselves howling barking mad!
I was in this very state few days back.Happens now and then.
ReplyDelete"Clarity becomes an abstract concept and you lose your words. You just can't speak for the pressure cooker in your head" - so true!
Hope the cobwebs clear soon dear :)