Currently, my mind is as jumble of thoughts about life - the past, the present, and the future. These thoughts are like ugly pebbles mixing with sand and water in a rock tumbler with the hope of becoming beautiful gemstones.
Tonight I attended a lecture / reading by non-fiction writer, Alexandra Fuller. She wrote Don't let's go to the dogs tonight : an African childhood and Scribbling the cat : travels with an African soldier; both of which I've read and enjoyed. She was reading from her most recent book, The Legend of Colton H. Bryant. The stories were not the important pieces of the evening. It was remember how much I love listening to intelligent and witty women speak and how much I've missed that. Some things that stick out (and I'm paraphrasing her folks) are the importance of finding your voice to say what only you can say, and she quoted someone who said said that our subconscious is defined by those things we ignore.
So What are the things that only I can say by virtue of my life? And what have I ignored and how are they defining my life? There are no answers at the moment, only more questions.
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Hmm...Very thought provoking. This may show my intelligence (or lack there of) but I have noticed that the statement of your sub. thoughts are the ones you ignore is very true for me. I tend to dream about those things at night as if my mind is finally going back to finish those thoughts. And for the amount of thoughts I have in a day (and many going as unfinished thoughts) you can see why I dream every.single.night. So there you have it, my lack of intelligence revealed!! :)
I answered your question on the comment you left on my blog with a follow-up. Hope you are doing well my friend!
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