Movement, Oxygen, & Ideas

Ok, I did it!

I moved about for 40 minutes, garnered some additional oxygen, and the ideas flowed smoothly once more. Well, maybe they didn’t exactly flow smoothly; maybe, like rain, they began as droplets falling from the expanse of the vast sky upon which I caste my eyes as I walked. They started out far apart; then, as more of them fell upon the fertile soil of my mind, they sought out each other, linked together, and formed a larger pool of ideas. Most frequently, the droplets of thought come to me in the form of questions. Sometimes, however, they do come as ideas, concepts, precepts, etc. Sometimes they challenge me; sometimes they appear to be inspirational. I’m learning not to judge them, not to be too critical of them initially, rather to allow them to seek their own harmony with one another in hopes that they might carve a path of harmony for others and me. So, I’ll let you be the judge of today’s thought droplets.

First, I’ll share a few of the droplets that fell this morning. Then, I’ll demonstrate how those droplets formed a larger pool of thought. Here are the droplets I can recall (sorry, I took the time to eat a bit & visit with some weary travelers headed for St. George, UT, from Tampa, FL. The conversation most likely diminished my memory, but I’ll do what I can):

1. From atop the crest view and miles in the distance, I saw them rise up–large, white, sticks/poles/what? I knew what they were, but I wanted to know what they looked like to me. I wondered, yet I couldn’t get a grasp on this.
2. I wanted to know of what they reminded me? (I heard in my head the words: “Wake up, brain! Clear out cobwebs! There are memories and cognitive links needed. Help me out a bit, okay?!)
3. Walking atop a mini sand dune, these questions came, “Who will see the funny footprints made by the Vibram Five Finger (really toe) shoes I’m wearing? Who, if anyone, will even care?” Although no one is there, I can hear–from the depths of my memory–a child laughing and saying, “Look! Someone has been walking barefooted here! Let’s do it, too!”
4. I thought of deserts far away from this one. I thought of sand dunes much more vast than this one. I wondered. I wondered about what they have to offer the world that those of us living in the world have overlooked up to this point in time.
5. In passing a home for sale that appeared to have had little care for many years, I asked: “How little care did the people here receive? How little care did they offer one another? Or, did they spend their time, effort, energy, and money caring for one another, leaving little time, energy, and resources to offer care to the material things around them? Where have the people gone? Have they gone elsewhere to care for others, to provide better care for themselves? I wondered.”
6. Rounding a corner and looking westward, these questions raced swiftly toward my face, “What does the backside of the Painted Desert look like? Does it look like the bleed-through of a painting created on a porous canvas? Does it look like a tapestry … not as vibrant with color and not as deftly and artistically crafted, merely that which holds the beauty of the tapestry together? I wondered.”
7. More questions wafted across the Painted Desert. “Which side is the backside? Is there a backside? Who decides?”
8. Completing the stroll for oxygen led to departing the area. That meant driving down and around the edge of the crest. Looking miles to the south, the large white objects in the distance brought to mind the hundreds of miles of I-40 driven and the encounters with the large objects before they rose up from the ground and before they were white. I had met them when they were but galvanized gray.
9. Galvanized gray? Yes! My first encounters with them were as they were being hauled along the I-40 corridor. The first one I saw on I-40 swayed behind the truck that was pulling it. As happens so frequently on that part of I-40, a crosswind was blowing; its power was catching the looooooooooong, galvanized gray, bowed-wing-shaped object. What incredible foreshadowing for the life of the once-galvanized-gray, now-white object!
10. Well, it appears the movement allowed more oxygen to flow, releasing an increased amount of idea and question droplets to come more and more rapidly, cascading into a pool of interconnected thought.

More to come on the pool of interconnected thought after I tend to business. LOL