Thoughts On The Run
The chair was inviting but this was no time to sit.
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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"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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteLoved 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. 😊
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post. Your pictures more than complement your words!
ReplyDelete"the brain tramples on dreams it keenly creates" how true that is. Nice work! Delightful photos!
ReplyDeleteGood shots.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and thoughts. I love the photo of the pink & white blooms against the weather-worn fence!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and interesting thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI don't generally have runaway thoughts but when I do it is hard to quiet down to figure out what to do
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.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post! Your photos are spectacular. I know what you mean when you talk about contradicting conversations vying for attention!!
ReplyDelete...Maria, thanks for showing me around, we both share many of the same flowers. May you have a Jolly June.
ReplyDeleteLovely photographs. Your voice speaks to us.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful 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.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful 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
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking us inside the confines of the mind to discover the gems. A most beautiful post with amazing photos and lines.
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteAll these photos are marvelous. I really like that artsy patterns made by flowers.
Thank you, Maria, for your comment on my Expo post.
DeleteThis 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
I like "self-talk on the loose."
ReplyDeletePris cilla King
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.
ReplyDeletePictures 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 .
Happy you shared these memories from long ago, Jim, when looking back can seem like a wonderful dream, especially that mansion over the hill. :)
DeleteDoes 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.
ReplyDeleteSo much to gain!
ReplyDeleteLovely images & words.
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI 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.
wonderful series of photos and writings ~ 'monkey mind' gets us all at one time or other ~ hugs,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores ~ clm
aka (A Creative Harbor)
This was enchanting to read, and the photos and their comments were wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI feel being there with you , lovely
ReplyDeleteI 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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