Thoughts On The Run

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Thoughts that persist, whether wanted or not, are sometimes compared to online algorithms where whatever is most focused on invites more of the same as well as distortions and exaggerations. My inner voice always has lots to say as I go about my day and take in the surroundings. Ofttimes these are contradicting conversations vying for attention, inspiring me to pick and choose from my own recent thoughts and images in and around Crescent Beach where I frequently walk.
I wish I could fly but it's only my musings that take wing.
Drawn to a bush with pretty yellow flowers, my thoughts flew to the algorithms in the human brain for Poets and Storytellers United and What's Going On.
I imagined how wonderful it would feel to soar with the ease of a bird into the clouds.


The chair was inviting but this was no time to sit.
Just one blow would send dandelion seeds scattering. I resisted.
A showy buttery-yellow and rain-dotted flower caught my attention ...
as well as the slender robin in search of a good meal.
Wildflowers were in full bloom. Did their conversations happen quietly petal to petal?
Flowers formed artsy patterns.
All that remained of the spent silver dollars were their outer rings.
A discarded shed was left in shameful disrepair.
Did the crows, having no words, ponder the scuba diver in their midst?



It was this seagull's moment to watch over the seascape.
Was this the builder or destroyer of a sandcastle?
Why fly when you have webbed feet with which to explore the beach?
A car was parked by the bench. 
It was a big boy's miniature toy.
Creature creations with wings were neatly arranged on a fence somewhat similarly, I thought, to how I try to sort the muddle of words that stream in my head unrestrained.
   
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Comments

  1. SusanJune 4, 2025 at 3:25 PM

    "a battling of views from which to choose." You make the contradictions clear. It's a new idea to me to think of algorisms of the mind. Neat.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJune 4, 2025 at 7:25 PM

    I enjoyed this so much, especially the photos. I thught you must be from B.C., given the familiar scenery. Smiles. I like "self-talk needs herding." So true.

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  3. Veronica LeeJune 4, 2025 at 9:18 PM

    Loved this post especially the part about our thoughts jumping around like online algorithms. And your photos are stunning! Thanks for sharing your run and your reflections. 😊

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  4. IntelliblogJune 5, 2025 at 5:51 AM

    A beautiful post. Your pictures more than complement your words!

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  5. Jennifer WagnerJune 5, 2025 at 10:18 AM

    "the brain tramples on dreams it keenly creates" how true that is. Nice work! Delightful photos!

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  6. JimJune 5, 2025 at 11:36 AM

    Good shots.

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  7. Spare Parts and PicsJune 5, 2025 at 11:46 AM

    Beautiful photos and thoughts. I love the photo of the pink & white blooms against the weather-worn fence!

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  8. Yogi♪♪♪June 5, 2025 at 12:22 PM

    Beautiful photos and interesting thoughts.
    I don't generally have runaway thoughts but when I do it is hard to quiet down to figure out what to do

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  9. Sallie (FullTime-Life)June 5, 2025 at 12:33 PM

    Your poem so beautifully expresses my (very) prosaic wish that I could just think for one moment about one thing at a time (or of nothing at all if it's the middle of the night.) It's a talent my husband apparently has -- maybe it's a male/female thing, I've never asked anybody else. You used your jumping thoughts to such beautiful advantage -- perhaps that is what I should aim towards instead.

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  10. MaryJune 5, 2025 at 1:03 PM

    What a beautiful post! Your photos are spectacular. I know what you mean when you talk about contradicting conversations vying for attention!!

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  11. TomJune 5, 2025 at 2:49 PM

    ...Maria, thanks for showing me around, we both share many of the same flowers. May you have a Jolly June.

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  12. Light and VoicesJune 5, 2025 at 3:29 PM

    Lovely photographs. Your voice speaks to us.

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  13. AnonymousJune 5, 2025 at 3:44 PM

    Beautiful photos and thoughts. How wonderful you live close enough to the beach to take walks there. I also love to walk along the beach but it's a bit more of a distance for me to get there first! Enjoy the weekend.

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  14. MarjaJune 5, 2025 at 6:10 PM

    Beautiful photos I also have these butterflies on the fence. I love your poem So much depth and so true Old doubts so often creep in and swipe away new possibilities. I have to reread it a few times Lots of wisdom here

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  15. Sumana RoyJune 5, 2025 at 11:45 PM

    Thank you for taking us inside the confines of the mind to discover the gems. A most beautiful post with amazing photos and lines.

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  16. AnonymousJune 6, 2025 at 6:59 AM

    You made me think about self-talk and wings to fly apart from runaway thoughts. When I take a walk, my mind is busy self-talking. Recently I need to make the tangled threads straight about a certain issue which I’m really concerned. All the old media are strangely too biased on this issue. Searching hidden truth from the original sources in the sea of social media and seeing things from various different angles is like viewing from the sky. In that sense, I’m like flying with the wings in my mind.
    All these photos are marvelous. I really like that artsy patterns made by flowers.

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    1. stardustJune 6, 2025 at 6:46 PM

      Thank you, Maria, for your comment on my Expo post.
      This Anonymous is me. I seem to have written mistakenly with my other account. The “certain issue” is a local one in my hometown.
      Have a nice weekend.
      Yoko

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  17. AnonymousJune 6, 2025 at 8:51 AM

    I like "self-talk on the loose."

    Pris cilla King

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  18. JimJune 6, 2025 at 10:15 AM

    The mind is a wonderful thing. I forget all the great ideas and dreams it comes up with. So if I remember to have pen and paper with me I will now, especially now as I'm in the process of aging, take notes.
    Pictures are great which with to write on. Oh dear?
    I chose the old abandoned house. Growing up on a farm my walks would take me to some wonderful places. My favorite was a mansion over the hill, first time I got in some how. After that I used the key I had found hanging on a wall.
    Earlier my parents would go to parties there. Back in those days, maybe still bring their kids whom the host had a room for them to play and read. About all I can remember is the couples dancing. I am sure we were fed some delicious goodies but that dropped out of my mind. Several that elegant farmhouse was refurbished and rented .

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    1. Penelope NotesJune 6, 2025 at 10:36 AM

      Happy you shared these memories from long ago, Jim, when looking back can seem like a wonderful dream, especially that mansion over the hill. :)

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  19. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 6, 2025 at 8:54 PM

    Does it seem to you like a muddle of words inside your head? It seems to me you organise the self-talk very well indeed for our benefit. And the lovely photos enhance it all.

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  20. Anita SabatJune 6, 2025 at 10:29 PM

    So much to gain!
    Lovely images & words.

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  21. eileeninmdJune 7, 2025 at 7:40 AM

    Hello,
    I often wish my thoughts were not jumping around so much. I enjoyed your peaceful nature scenery. Like the birds in flight and on the beach. The art on the fence is pretty and the flowers are lovely. Thank you for linking up and sharing your critter post. Take care, have a great weekend.

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  22. carol l mckennaJune 7, 2025 at 9:26 AM

    wonderful series of photos and writings ~ 'monkey mind' gets us all at one time or other ~ hugs,

    Wishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
    A ShutterBug Explores ~ clm
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  23. purplepeninportland.comJune 11, 2025 at 5:49 PM

    This was enchanting to read, and the photos and their comments were wonderful.

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  24. jossinaJune 11, 2025 at 8:55 PM

    I feel being there with you , lovely

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  25. David M. Gascoigne,June 12, 2025 at 4:37 AM

    I had the kind of miserable childhood I wouldn’t wish on anyone and flying away from it all was always my dream. I had to wait until I was sixteen and legally able to leave - and I didn’t fly away either!

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