Trail of Thoughts

I write about a lot, but I rarely talk about the specifics in regards to this physical, everyday, reality. But where we are geographically and the tongue in which we speak in is not necessarily what makes us unique. For you will always find another that can share such things with you. Though, at the end of the day, we are alone in our thoughts no matter which words we choose to describe them throughout the day. The full meaning shall never be conveyed. To describe one's thoughts in full, there would be heavy use of symbolism, images, sounds, colours, words, emotions, all wrapped in one. Even a painting or a symphony will never convey the full meaning. Nothing on this Earth can...but we can try. And it is the attempt to do so that we learn about our own thoughts. We can even be oblivious to what lurks within our mind. It doesn't then surprise me that one can be oblivious with their own eyes. Our mind has its own pair of eyes that it sees through. And going from place to place in life, it has been fascinating to meet a myriad of cultures, races, religions, and people who have shared a piece of what they see and how they see it.

Well, here goes my trail of thoughts for the day.

Today I was overcome with a flood of images and memories from times past that were swept into a momentous sensation that cannot be separated and dissected into each feeling that it was composed of. Instead, it was made into an inseparable 'one'. This is something I am not even going to attempt to explain in mere words any further. I will glean knowledge via pure feeling for this one. I don't see a more productive alternative.

(I am glad the coffee grinder in the background is in the same key as the song I am currently listening to...)

Going deep into my thoughts is like curling up in a cosy bed to me. It is the most refreshing slumber full of adventurous, never-ending dreams after all the physical labour has ceased. Reflecting is dreaming. Even though I physically wake-up after sleeping, I think my dreams continue throughout the day. They stay in motion only to appear in a different, but connected dimension when I close my eyes the following night.

I never imagined how much I would love teaching. Everyday I try to think of ways to inspire the children. I love them and hope to see them grow and become confident. My eyes are tearing at the feelings of becoming a potential source of inspiration. All I want is for people to see their true selves so they may propel forward to joy, peace, and purpose. There is no clear method for this, but whichever method one creates must be infused with love.

I would like to know life from every angle, although this undertaking is one of the most challenging. I accept the daunting nature of infinity. I, we, you are all infinite anyway. What is beyond our reach? Don't simply look at your hands to do all the reaching! Go within your mind!

The hot sun is making spots on my skin. No, not freckles. Something mildly concerning. I wrote in my last blog in the midst of a dreary winter that I really craved the warmth and that I could envision myself roasting at the Equator at the age of 50. But this has come much earlier than I had expected. I should go back and read and predict where I will end up next using some sort of calculation to what my current age is. I hope I never said I can envision myself in the Siberian tundra but perhaps something awaits for me there too. How excitedly uncertain life can be sometimes.

Well, I can't finish my trail of thoughts. This would be an infinite thread of things. So that's all for now. But I do thank all of the strangers today for their therapeutic smiles. (: